MHA #8, Sunday Evening

When there was a knock on Stark's door he was expecting a neighbor. He was not expecting gremlins singing carols.

He was also not expecting the inflatable reindeer in the hallway. Had the gremlins brought it? The raccoons? Summer or Rey? Had it followed him home yesterday? Who knew. It was a mystery. As long as it didn't follow him into his apartment of its own volition he was fine with it.


"I don't have figgy pudding," he told the gremlins who had started out with a rousing rendition of "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" and sang the line about not leaving until they got some in a slightly menacing fashion. "I don't even know what it is. I have cookies? Will that do?"

The gremlins, luckily, were satisfied by cookies. That just meant they were going to sing more though. And Stark, being someone who did not want to be bitten, was going to listen to them until they were finished. If he ended up quietly singing along to "All I Want For Christmas Is You" that could probably be blamed on Jaskier's performances at the party. That song was never getting out of his head.


[Can totally be open. I basically welcome any and all distractions these days.]