#raz accidentally going into akanes mind and then returning and going: oh my god i have seen Literally everything. did you know the multivers

[nohydro]

@peachrote said: "it was a little uncommon where i'm from, but my brother and i continued to celebrate christmas, because we grew up celebrating it ... i would always write letters to santa, and he would take them and pretend to be santa getting me gifts. he doesn't know i knew it was him, though ... eheh." - akane!

That’s sweet, and Raz grins at Akane, rotating his mug of hot chocolate in his hands, the heat seeping through his gloves and into his fingers. Being the middle child, he can understand both Akane and her brother’s positions easily, of wanting to take care of the younger siblings / and of wanting to appeal to the older ones so they could nurture their prides. ‘Santa’ never existed in the Aquato household though, partially because Nona wanted to carry on some old Grulovian traditions, and partially because everyone in the family wore their hearts on their sleeve and sucked at lying or keeping their stories straight.

“That’s a lot nicer than our Christmas tradition. According to some old Grulovian stories, our version of Santa would bring along a devil and an angel to judge the kids. Good kids would get candy and cookies and stuff and the devil would threaten to drag the bad kids to hell! So my mom and dad dress up as this angel and devil and she gets to be Santa.”  His nose wrinkles a bit at the memory. Even though he’d known they were his parents ( his dad would break character to console a crying child faster than you could blink ), it was still frightening to hear that sound of chains dragging on the floor outside their caravan.  “It was pretty scary when I was little.”  He thinks this year he won’t be so scared / assuming Nona even stayed with the family now that she knew who she really was.

“One year when I was really little, my older sister Frazie got so scared she ran off into the woods and we had to go looking for her. My brother Dion still holds it over her head.”  Now he’s smiling, in that fond sort of way he does when it comes to the Aquato family. Though they could be embarrassing, as all families were, he loves them a lot.

Raz draws a sip from his mug, taking a moment to relish in the sweet chocolatey flavor. Mm. “Your brother sounds nice!”