The last holiday
'You work too much, Clow,' Keroberos said, planting his paws on the desk and glaring at his creator.
'I work today so I won't have to work tomorrow.' That smile never changed, and a long-fingered hand reached out to briefly caress the lion's fur.
'That doesn't make sense. This way, you'll end up working all the time, every single day until the day before you die. You'll only have one day of rest!'
'All right, then, I won't work today.' And his smile twisted.
And if, that night, the snow began to fall, at the time it held no significance.
