On day two, the pairing will be ClairexGray! I got a request for this pairing from 'The BEATS', so, here it is!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon.

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"What are you doing?" Gray walked into the kitchen, horrified to find the smell of gingerbread surrounding him, four large bowls of frosting scattered across the counter, and his girlfriend singing a Christmas tune.

"Hi Gray!" She squealed, before running up to him and encasing him in a vanilla-scented hug, "What are you doing visiting the farm on a day like today?"

"I came to see my girlfriend. May I ask you once again, what are you doing, and why are you hugging me?" Gray had yet to submit himself to the hug, and looked utterly confused by the whole spectacle.

"I'm making a gingerbread house, and I'm hugging you because I love you!" She giggled, returning to her colorful kitchen, "C'mon, Gray-chan, help me!"

"I'd rather not." He had taken off his hat to shake off a few snowflakes, though he quickly replaced it and began to make his way to the door, "I'll see you tomorrow, Claire. Hap-"

"Gray!" whined Claire, who had latched onto his arm, pouting, "Don't leave! Please, stay with me!"

Poor boy, he could never resist Claire's pout. It was his Achilles heel, the only thing that could warm his colder-than-Winter demeanor. And today was no exception.

"…Fine." He groaned, dragging his feet back into the warm house, much to the delight of the young farmer. She bounced forward to her kitchen, clapping her hands happily and grinning ridiculously.

"Now," Claire had positioned herself in front of the miniature mansion made of cookie, ready to instruct her cooking-challenged boyfriend, "Pick up the bag of icing, and pipe it alongside the corners, so it looks pretty! It's not hard at all, trust me!"

Silently, Gray followed the blonde's instructions, creating a nice edge alongside the house. For a few minutes, it seemed as though everything was going well…until a certain caramel colored animal came home. The couple was loading the confection with various candies, the cap-wearing one ready to frost the roof, when Claire's dog compulsively burst through the doors to the house, covered in snow and full of energy. He darted across the floors, weaved through Gray's legs, and tackled his owner, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

Now, let me just remind you that Gray is not very well-balanced. This fact makes Gray falling because of the puppy's ability to trip him by simply running by him seem slightly more realistic. So, yeah, he fell. And, out of sheer shock, he squeezed the tube he was holding in his hand, sending a trail of white icing up into the air, and grabbed Claire's shoulder, because if he's going down, she's coming too. They screamed, the dog barked, and the frosting soared over them, but suddenly gravity came back into effect and they all came hurtling downward.

"Ugh." Rubbing his skull after colliding with the ground, Gray rose off the floor and supported his upper body with his forearms, all while Claire laughed uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?!" He yelled.

"You have a bit of frosting on your face!" Pointing at his defined features, she extended her finger, wiped off a little bit, and licked it off her nail, smiling at its sweetness.

"Ok, good, it's all gone now. I guess I should help you clean up this mess." He began to shift up onto his feet, but Claire pulled him down.

"Wait," She murmured, leaning forward so her nose could just barely touched his, "You have a little more right here," She brushed his cheek before kissing him. "That's a lot better."

"Yea." He blushed, pulling his cap down to cover his eyes, "It definitely is. Any more frosting left on my face?"

"Just a little bit." She giggled again, and they slowly kissed once more.

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That was drabble number 2. All fluff, but that's not a bad thing, now is it? Please review, and tell me any pairings you'd like me to write!