A Drabble A Day #3: Lights
"This isn't right..." Peter muttered, his voice nearly lost to the windy night.
"Right, wrong, it's all subjective." said Claude, pulling a plug on the roof and causing the lights adorning the house to go dark. "Besides, anyone could come by and steal these."
"It's not like everyone is invisible, though," Peter reminded him. "Other people couldn't do this without getting caught."
"Well, that's true. Here, you carry these." He tossed a strand of multicolored lights down to Peter, who caught the end and started wrapping them around a piece of cardboard. Claude carefully made his way down the ladder, looking around to make sure no one was freaking out about magically flying Christmas lights. Satisfied with his search, he motioned for Peter to follow him, and the two quietly made their way from the house back to the Deveaux building, where they set to work on stringing the lights around the statues and pigeon coops.
Claude stood back to admire their work. Peter was surprised to see a small smile on his face.
"Not bad, eh, pup? Makes this place look a little more cheerful."
Peter smiled, too. had a feeling that the lights weren't the only thing making the gloomy rooftop a little brighter.
A/N: Hehe. This one's a DOUBLE drabble.