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This trip to Christmas Town was one of the most complicated ever.
Basically, after building toys for two hours (and making them scary. It was really fun, Tino liked it), they decided it was time to congratulate themselves.
And how do you congratulate someone in Halloween?
Yes, exactly. You get hammered.
And even though he holds his liquor relatively well, Tino had to admit that this time, they overdid it. He had absolutely no idea of what time it was, he could almost not remember his name, and everyone was at least as drunk as him. And yes, Antonio took off is turtle costume. Nice but. Really nice.
Considering that he had no idea what hour it was, he somewhat decided it was time to go back home. Niels gave him a bottle for the road, and here he was, slaloming in straight paths and hitting every grave of the cemetery. The scary girl with no face was here this time too. He learnt to know her, she was Natalia and nobody knew why she sometimes waits for nothing in the graveyard. And she was scary. For everyone.
Anyway, this time, he hugged her before trying to climb the fence. He almost felt on Hanatamago, who had passed through the bars.
Hanatamago really saved his life by the way, he wouldn’t have find his way in the forest otherwise. After –painfully- reaching the trees, his red clothes in hand, he managed to find the good door and fell into it to go back in Christmas Town.
The fell was really turbulent. He puked half of his stomach as soon as he landed.
Going out the forest and down the hill was a pretty easy task, even though it was still night, and he decided that he was warm whatever could happen and he just… Rolled down it, Hanatamago barking after him.
Tino made her sign to shush, and then tiptoed across the square, until he reached home. He then opened discretely in a big crash the front door. Hana yelped as she received some cold water on the nose from Tino, who was soaking wet.
“Shhh, Hana. You will wake Bear up.” Tino ordered, taking a lamp of his bottle. “If he does we’re so deeeead!”
The dog barked to show she didn’t understood, and run in the living room to sleep on the sofa. And now, the hard part. Going to bed. And so, climbing the stairs. They weren’t even stairs, they looked more like crocodiles. And he was wet, he shouldn’t let water after him…
He took off his hat, that was full of water, and handed it to Berwald next to the stairs before trying to climb it. One step… Two… Where is the guardrail…
“Mmh. What are you doin’?”
Tino jumped and turned around, totally terrified. Here, just here, stood Berwald, visibly really, really, really pissed off.
“Shhhshhh…”
“No ‘shsh’, just tell me what the fuck ya’re tryin’ to do.”
“You said a bad word.”
“No shit Sherlock.”
Ouh, Tino really wouldn’t like that Berwald yelled at him when he was this angry… Oh yes, it was about to happen. Let’s try to act nice.
“You scared me. I didn’t saw you.”
“Ya hand me yar hat,” the giant said, showing the soaking piece of cloth he had in hand.
“Oh. Maybe.”
“Where were you? It’s the middle of the night!”
“Hana needed to go out.”
Well, it was a nice excuse. Hana is always a nice excuse. You broke something? Hana. You don’t have time to do something? Hana. You come back home in the middle of the night totally drunk? Hana.
“You left six hours ago.”
“We got lost.”
“And in way, ya found a bottle of vodka,” Berwald stated, looking at the bottle Tino always had in hand.
“Oh, you know that? This shit is good.”
“Where did ya find that?”
“Not tellin’.”
Oh, the childish arguments won’t work, Tino was almost sure of that.
“If I were you, I‘d tell.”
Quick, a lie. Quick.
“The old elf Fison has lot and lot and loooot of bottles in his basement! I learnt it, so he said he’d gimme some if I shut up about it. So shsh, Bear, you do as you don’t know. Want some?”
Berwald didn’t seemed really convicted. Shit.
“My god, Santa, do you realise? You ar’ Santa Claus. You ar’ Santa Claus. And a few months before Christmas, what d’you do? You disappear, and ya come back home tot’lly wasted in the middle of the night! Goddammit! As if it wasn’t enough that ya just… Do shit since months! You ar’ Santa Claus, you hear, Santa Claus, and happy or not, you have responsibilities! I refuse that ev’ryone’s Christmas got ruined because som’one is in the middle of his teenage cris’s! I know you have problems, but fuck, Santa, why in the hell you refuse to talk ‘bout it and when someone offers to help ya’re just ‘well, thuck you?’ We want to help you, okay, all of us, it destroys us all to see ya like that, we do our best for you t’feel better, and how d’you thank us? You’re getting drunk in the woods! I thought you were clever’r than that! So now, stop being an egoistic twat and grow up. You are Santa Claus. If you really don’t want to be anymore, find someone to take your place, but before, try to calm down and realise how many people ya’re making suffer right now. And sorry for not being a better friend because I’m too shy and I don’t dare talking, but… I’m doing my best. Sorry.”
And before that Tino, totally flabbergasted, could even try to understand what just happened, Berwald ran in the stairs and left him alone. He just realised when he heard Berwald’s door slaming.
Fuck.
