Weihnachten Fotographie
"A photograph is nothing but a memory frozen in time."
Chapter 12
Last Time: At the end of the day the blonde quietly wondered if that would be the routine for the next few days until Christmas. He wished not.
The next day passed rather uneventfully, And the day of Christmas Eve was upon them rather fast. Dark left the house some time in the afternoon only to return a couple hours later trying to hide something in his coat, and suceeding rather well as those who he didn't want to see it were serenley passed out on the couch.
The eve passed quietly, and slowly according to the purple-haired teen. Krad couldn't say, he had never really payed it too much mind, other than the fact that the crowds made it far easier to stick a hand in the array of items and quickly retrieve one.
"Mom, are you off tomorrow?", Dark asked, the bruenette smiled.
"Of course I am, Krad, are you staying?", She asked, turning to the blonde, who looked quizzical for a moment before responding.
"Do you want me to stay?", He asked; If she didn't he would be all to glad to leave-he felt rather awkward in their homestead even though he had grown to rather enjoy Darks', and Emiko's though she was rarely around, presence. Kind of like a warm insurrence in the back of his mind.
Emiko didn't even need to think to answer this one, "Of Course!", She said rather energetically/practically yelled, Dark just nodded rather vigoureslly, as his mouth was full of food. It was a wonder that he didn't choke with the rate his head was bobbing up and down.
"I guess I'll stay, then.", He replied, half-heartedly returning to his own food.
The rest of the night went by quietly, but the next day wouldn't be so blissfully quiet, as the holiday would finally be upon them.
Ck: next chapter is the last, it'll be entitled 'A Photograph.' Thank you for sticking with me, pardon any mistakes in the last 5 lines as I have a chemical burn on my hand. And the place to go to is Fictionpress(Dot)com from the other chappie.