A/N: Merry Holidays everyone!
Fun:
"Sledding?"
"Yes, sledding!" Marlene patted the empty space behind her.
Julian´s yellow eyes flicked from her face to the sled then back to her. He looked nervous.
He cleared his throat and shifted his weight. "Ahem…uh, aren´t you thinking that that might be a little too unkingly for a king like me?"
Marlene raised her eyebrows at him. "Are you scared, Julian?"
"No! Of course I´m not being scared! The absurdity of that accusing statement is…absurd!" The lemur defended immediately.
"If you´re not scared, then get on." The otter challenged.
"Pah, I´ll prove to you, silly otter, that I am anything but scared!" Julian plopped down on the seat behind Marlene and crossed his arms defiantly.
"Alright," She smirked. "Hold on." And with that being the lemur´s only warning, she pushed them down the hill.
His screams were drowned out by her laughter.
Drunk:
"Fuck off, Clemson, you´re drunk." Hans said, pushing the red furred lemur away from him.
Clemson just responded with a slurred chuckle, leaning against the flipper.
"Aw, cmon, don be like that, puffin. I know you want me too, your beak s all bright n stuff."
The Dane glared as his face heated up. "That´s because of the lighting in here, you insufferable prick!"
He got a nonchalant shrug and a dopey smirk, that was probably meant to be sexy or something.
"I can make you feel like you´re in mating season."
"You´re drunk. Go back to your habitat or whatever. Just leave me alone, I have no plans on getting hit on by an intoxicated mammal."
Clemson´s smile dropped but only for a moment. "Suppose we find ourselves underneath a mistlet-"
"No."
Naughty List:
"I hope Santa had already stopped by my habitat today." Marlene said, walking into her cave with Rico. "I mean, I know we´re not supposed to eat candy because we´re animals and all, but I still can´t help my-"
They stopped in front of her red sock hanging on a nail. And it was full. Of coal. Next to it was a piece of paper.
Rico took it down and handed it to Marlene.
"Naughty List." Marlene read. There was a bunch of names listed but one in particular was circled in red ink. "Marlene…what? Why am I on the naughty list?"
Rico chuckled. "Maibe yu did sometin tis year tat waz naughty…"
"But I´m not a mean person! I don´t understa-"
She stopped when she felt two flippers wrap around her waist from behind. A beak was placed on her shoulder. "R-Rico? What a-are you-?"
He chuckled again and she could feel his breath on her fur, could smell the scent of fresh fish and gun powder.
"Yu don remember…" He said. "February. Valentine´s Dai. We got drunk. Really drunk." He didn´t need to finish, the otter was capable enough of putting two and two together and her face turned red.
"But…but…"
Rico removed his flippers from her quickly to spin her around to face him. "I don tink yu wanna go back on tha nice list, rite?"
"I-"
She didn´t finish as he pressed his beak on her lips, flippers moving to the waist once more…
Fight:
"It is being too cold for me. I am freezing my tail off!" Julian complained. He rubbed his arms, trying to get some warmth.
Skipper, on the other hand, stood perfectly still and waited for Maurice and Marlene to show up. They were the only one that had the key to the hut and the four had been chosen to decorate it for this Christmas party.
Julian let out a curse and began stomping on the ground to get warmer. The zoo´s sidewalks were covered in snow, not making it any easier for the Katta.
"S-so…c-c-cold!"
"What do you want me to do, Ringtail?!"
"Hm, you can lend me a few feathers so I can be covering myself in warming softness."
"I´m not even going to bother to answer."
"Ehm, you just did, silly penguin."
"…"
"So, can I have some of your feathers?"
"…"
"Fine! Go on and ignore your king! Be seeing if-"
Don´t do it, Skipper. Don´t do it. Self Control. It´s not going to make this situation any better. Just go on ignoring him.
"-I care! I do not care! I am the king, the silence of the peasants and lambs do-"
Self control.
"-not bother me! I am not car-AH!" The rest of his ranting were cut off by a big, cold snowball.
He stared at the penguin from his seat on the ground. "Y-you, you hit me!"
Skipper smirked and turned around again. Quiet at last.
His grin was wiped right off his beak when Julian retaliated by grabbing some snow and, not even bothering to form it, rubbing it right into his face.
"You want war?!" The king cried gleefully, scooping up some more snow. "I´ll give you war, fishy penguin!"
Skipper ducked another load and made another snowball. "You´re going down, lemur!"
"Ha! I am the king of throwing things, you sho-" Another snowball interrupted him and this time, Julian didn´t bother to make any bold declarations again as he and Skipper fought against each other with snow balls and snow lumps.
Soon they weren´t even throwing balls at each other anymore, but wrestling in the snow.
Skipper finally dominated, sitting on the lemur and pinning his paws down. "I win!" He said, panting slightly.
Julian didn´t even struggle, he just lay there, catching his breath. The penguin felt awkwardness kick in and he started to get off the other, when Julian used the opportunity to flip them over. Now it was the penguin that was pressed against the cold concrete.
The lemur stared down at him for a few moments before smiling, leaning down to kiss the tip of his beak.
Skipper´s eyes widened and his breath hitched.
The kiss lasted only two seconds, the frightening sound of, "We´re here!" making the two animals scramble to get off each other. Just when they resumed their positions, Maurice and Marlene came around the corner, holding the key and a few bags of decorations.
"Finally, you were being here, the frost was biting my feet!" Julian said, snatching the key away from his right hand man and marching into the warm hut. He acted like his annoying self the entire two hours of decorating, never mentioning or hinting anything of what happened out there in the snow.
Only when they walked out of the hut, all ready for the party, Julian grabbed the other´s fin and gave it a quick squeeze before bounding after Maurice to the lemurs habitat.
Peace:
"Skipper? Where´s Skipper?" Marlene pushed through the large crowds of zoosters, looking around for the flat headed leader.
"He´s over there." Maurice said, pointing to the Christmas tree.
"Thanks…Skipper!"
"Hi, Marlene. What´s wrong?"
"Someone left a note for you. He said it was very important that you get it ASAP."
The penguin took the note and went to a lonely corner. It wasn´t that he didn´t want anyone else to see it, but last time he had gotten a letter like this, it exploded and blew Manfredi´s mustache off.
He tore open the envelope and pulled out the paper inside. No explosion, no deadly gas seeping from the ink, only a meet me outside.
Skipper frowned and looked around the party, searching for a missing animal that could be waiting outside for him. Everyone was present. It left the penguin no other choice but to step out and meet this person.
The wind blew snowflakes around him, making it impossible to recognize the shadow in front of him. Skipper shielded his eyes with his flipper and was able to make out the big colorful beak smirking back at him.
"Hello Skipper!"
"Hans! What are you doing here?"
"I came over to wish you a Merry Christmas!" The puffin threw his wings out as if expected a hug, but the other didn´t move an inch.
He glared at his foe and waited.
"Scowl at me all you want, Skippy. I don´t want to steal one of Kowalski´s destructive inventions or lure you into a trap set up by Dr Blowhole. I just want to spend time with my bestest pal in the world!"
"I´m not your bestest pal, Hans. Now get out of here and stop ruining my Christmas!" The penguin turned to go, but was stopped by scarred wings wrapping themselves around his waist.
"Come on, Skipper~. Just for today, let us forget out differences and be friends again. Please? Just like that one time in World War One where the Germans and the British stopped fighting to celebrate the Holy Night."
The penguin wanted to object but then again…one night couldn´t hurt, right? He groaned loudly. "Fiiine!"
"Yay!" Hans released him.
"But no funny business or misusing my trust you´ll be back in Hoboken faster than you can say Merry Christmas!"
"Okay." The puffin didn´t care, he had his night with Skipper. He hooked his wing into Skipper´s as they walked back to the hut.
The leader rolled his eyes at the Dane´s antics and forced back a happy smile.
Candy Cane:
Kowalski let out a small, almost inaudible groan. He rubbed his eyes and gave Rico an irritated glare.
The weapons expert was noisily sucking on a candy cane while his friend tried to work. Skipper and Private were out Christmas shopping so Kowalski had wanted to use that hour to avoid work and naïve questions.
But no. No peace and quiet for Kowalski. Well, peace yes but it was hard to ignore the sounds coming from Rico.
He sighed and started pushing the wooden beads of his abacus around. He looked tired and frustrated.
Rico took the candy out of his beak and watched his friend work. Blue eyes glaring at the paper and pencil almost breaking under the pressure of his flipper. He frowned
"Kowalski." Rico said.
The other ignored him.
"Kowalski."
"Yes, what is it Rico? Can´t you see I´m trying to work here?"
"Yu shuld stop. It´s Christmas an-"
"I know it´s Christmas but I cannot rest when my brain is being bugged by problems I cannot solve!" He sighed heavily again and focused once more on the numbers and letters staring back at him. Mockingly. He glared and picked up his pencil but the next thing he knew, something wet and sweet had pushed itself into his beak.
It caught him off guard and his eyes widened, coming to the conclusion that Rico must´ve k-
A second later he realized that it wasn´t a tongue, but the candy cane Rico had been suckling earlier.
The scarred penguin, having done what he had to do, was now gathering Kowalski´s things and locking them away in a random drawer.
"No mor studying for yu." He proclaimed. "Not till Christmas is ovah."