Ehehe…I guess I lied when I said I'd update every week. MAN. But the Christmas holidays have almost started here in Hampshire, so maybe I'll update faster then. I don't know. I'm having a festive-cheer spreading competition with my new friend ClumsyHeart17, who's written The SSBB Christmas Chronicles, so go check it out. She's winning :( LET CHEER BE SPREAD ON YOU LIKE BUTTER ON TOAST.
And so the week passed. Fireworks and sparkles burst from the doors of the calendar, and the tree was soon to be put up. And, of course, the temperature dropped, which did not suit Pit, so he complained about it to anyone that would listen. Who was, currently, oddly enough, Bowser.
"It never gets this cold in Angel Land," he pouted.
"It never got this cold in my castle," Bowser replied moodily. He wasn't all that much of a bad guy, sometimes. He had his moments. "Due to the lava. That's what this place needs more of: lava."
"Go to Brinstar, they got loads of it there."
"There's such a thing as too much lava."
"Grrah…"
"What's up with you? Why are you even talking to each other?" the loud thunk of steel-capped boots alerted them of the presence of Ike.
"We're talking about the cold. The weather-forecaster on TV keep saying that it's gonna snow, but if it isn't going to snow then I don't think it should be cold at all," Pit stuck his nose in the air and huffed.
"I'm not much of a fan of the cold either. Time for a hog roast and some hot mead, if you ask me. Looks like we'll have to make do with cafeteria food and warm milk."
"Not quite the same," Bowser nodded sadly.
"You got a point though, Icarus. Snow. Is there a single person in the mansion that doesn't like it? Snowball fights…ace,"
"You bet," Pit grinned. "There's always a huge snowball fight in the park where I come from, and everyone always wants me on their side because I know about tactics and stuff."
"Stuff. Yup," Ike grinned. "Anyway, I think Roy wanted you for something, Pit. He's in the lounge."
"He does? Uh, thanks. See you guys later…" he left quickly, leaving only a few molted feathers in his wake.
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He declined Roy's offer of Christmas shopping, at least until he knew what people wanted. He stayed inside, watching weird animes he didn't understand with Lucas and Popo (who probably didn't understand them either).
"Next year I want everyone to celebrate Allgods Week with me. I'm joining in with your whole Christmas schmik."
"Yeah, but the only one of your Gods we know is Paluntena," Popo spiffed, munching on a packet of crisps. He was wearing his parka hood down, revealing a head of scruffy dark brown hair, not unlike that of Pit's, only shorter and, as said before, darker. "Lucas, turn the sound up."
"It's snowing," all three on the couch jumped when a fourth voice spoke. They all whipped around and stared at Young Link. Who else could it have been? He was quieter than Toon Link (not a difficult feat) but he spoke more than the actual Link (not a difficult feat either). He had a habit of being so silent people forgot he was there. He blinked at them and then looked out of the window. They peeled their stares from him and looked at the little blobs of cloud dandruff dropping from the sky.
"That's not enough to make a snowball, and believe me, I've made a lot of snowballs," Popo yawned.
"It's better than no snow," Lucas smiled. Pit nodded.
"I'd forgotten what it looked like. It hadn't snowed in the city I'm from for lots of your human years."
"Human years…?"
"Change the channel! I want to know how hard it'll snow!" Pit avoided the question by doing a football slide across the couch to the remote, causing Popo to get a wing to the face, before changing channel. The map around the city, mansion included, was covered in a white blob of snow. Heavy snow. All four of them, even Young Link, grinned.
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After a warm dinner, Pit and Roy went to their room while Red ritually went outside to train his Pokemon (yes, it was still snowing). Even though other Brawlers weren't allowed to go in rooms that weren't theirs, Young Link came to talk to (or listen to) the two of them.
"Isn't it your turn on the calendar tomorrow, Link?" Pit asked. Young Link nodded.
"What d'you reckon you'll get in it?" Roy leaned forwards. He was sitting on his bed, trying not to bang his head on the bunk above him. Young Link shrugged.
"Something good," he said.
"That was specific," he rolled his eyes, before jumping as something knocked loudly on the window. He muttered something incoherent about his head as Pit opened the window. A slightly snow-covered Isaac tumbled in. "What was wrong with the door?"
"Nothing. The big guy at the Assist Trophy house says that at the moment we're not allowed to come and visit you," he shook himself out. He was another of the older boys. He had more friends in the Brawlers than the Assists, which was lucky, since he had quite a few enemies. But he was the kind of guy that just didn't care.
"Woah. You must've been desperate to get out."
"I was," he nodded, wide-eyed. "In here it's all warm and Christmassy. In there it's like being in a cold warehouse. It is a cold warehouse."
"You can hang with us for as long as you like," Pit said, up on his perch once more. He swung his legs against the side of the bunk. "Until bedtime check, anyway."
"OK," Isaac grinned. "So, do any of you know when the Christmas party is this year?" there was a short silence.
"Next week," Young Link broke said silence. "Saturday next week."
"Saturday? Damn. I was going to...eh, it doesn't matter," he ignored the suspicious looks the three other boys were giving him. "Stop it! Or don't you want Christmas presents?" Roy was about to open his mouth and come up with a witty answer (or not) but froze.
"Come on, now! Bedtime!" the sugary voice called. It was Peach. Of course. Isaac panicked.
"Gah!"
"Quick!" Pit shoved the older boy into the ensuite while Young Link dived under the duvet of Red's bed, seconds before Peach came in, dragging a pale Red by the arm and pushing him lightly in.
"You should all be ready for bed," she tutted. "Oh well. Sweet dreams!" she shut the door then. Five people all exhaled in relief, though Red gave Young Link a funny look as he crawled out.
"That was close. Too close," Isaac said. "I'd better head back to the others. See you later, guys!" he opened the window and leaped out, so the others presumed that he knew what he was doing.
Question: Is it 'schmik' or 'schmuk' or neither? I didn't know. Anyway, I really don't like this chapter. It's too short and nothing happens. There are reasons as to why it isn't as good, involving a lot of computer confusement, but MAYBE the next chapter will be better. If you're nice to me (please)…but still. I'll be back at…some…time…
