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“Bickslow,” Freed said irritably as he entered the living room with his advent calendar in hand. The friend looked up from the Lacrima, and Freed pursed his lips. “Have you eaten all my chocolates?” he asked in a menacing hiss.
“No!” Bickslow immediately exclaimed, widening his eyes.
“No?” Freed asked ironically. “Because I don’t believe you at all,” he snapped.
“What? No, I swear it wasn’t me,” Bickslow said. “Has anyone really eaten them?” he then asked surprised. Freed looked at him more and more annoyed, evidently still didn’t believe him.
“Yes,” he said irritably and showed the empty December 10th box. Then he opened the other boxes, 11 December, 12 December, up to the last box. They were all empty and Bickslow looked at them genuinely surprised. “All eaten, all,” Freed hissed irritably. “And I know it was you.”
“I told you no,” Bickslow defended.
“No? And who should it have been? The only people living in this house besides me are you and Ever. And we all know how line-conscious Evergreen is. It was you,” Freed growled. Bickslow stood up, no one would accuse him of something he hadn’t done. True, he enjoyed playing innocent pranks on his friends, but that didn’t mean he was always the culprit when something happened in the house.
He was about to tell Freed that it wasn’t him when they heard a scream coming from the kitchen. Bickslow and Freed turned abruptly, just to see Evergreen, furious with her advent calendar, entered the living room.
“Who ate MY chocolate?” she blurted out.
Freed glared at Bickslow, who raised his hands. It wasn’t him, damn it! Evergreen began manically opening all the calendar boxes, discovering that they were all empty.
“Bastard!” she exclaimed throwing the calendar at Bickslow, who dodged in time.
“It wasn’t me!” he exclaimed for the umpteenth time.
“And who should it have been, Freed?” snapped the angry girl. “It’s the only dessert I allow myself in my diet and you have to eat it, you bastard!” she exclaimed.
“I agree,” Freed said irritably, crossing his arms over his chest.
Bickslow found himself disoriented. He didn’t know how to convince them it wasn’t him, but he had to find a way. And maybe even find the real culprit. Maybe it was Laxus, he was coming to their house more often lately and he certainly wouldn’t mind playing that trick on them. There was also to say, however, that Laxus wasn’t a lover of sweets.
Bickslow went into the kitchen, ignoring the insults the two friends were throwing at him and opened his advent calendars. Bickslow had bought two on purpose because he knew that a sweet a day would be too little. But the chocolates were still there, in both calendars. Nobody had eaten them.
“You even have two calendars, is it possible that they’re not enough for you?” Freed snapped, throwing his in the bin. “No, you’ve to open ours too,” he growled more and more annoyed.
“I’m telling you it wasn’t me,” Bickslow said, starting to get irritated. Whoever had eaten his friends’ chocolates obviously wanted to frame him.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the two friends. Maybe it was one of them. Damn, it could be. Freed was sneaky enough to do it and then turn the blame on him. Typical Freed action, but Bickslow had to find a way to prove it or Evergreen would never believe him.
“Nobody believes you,” Freed snarled as he grabbed the two calendars from Bickslow’s hands. “And since you’ve eaten all our chocolates, we’ll get yours.”
“What? No!” Bickslow exclaimed. It had been Freed, the bastard, now Bickslow was sure. He’d done it just to get his, damn asshole.
“I agree,” Evergreen said taking the calendar Freed was handing her. “It’s the right punishment,” she declared stiffly and then walked out of the kitchen with her new calendar, ready to hide it in her room so that no one would steal anything from her.
Bickslow turned angrily to Freed.
“I know it was you,” he hissed.
Freed raised his eyebrows. “To do what?” he asked.
“You know what,” Bickslow snarled. “And I’ll prove it, and when Evergreen finds out that you ate her chocolates, you’ll see how we get our revenge,” he threatened. Freed looked at him impassively.
“You’re ridiculous,” he told him. “And why should I eat my chocolates ahead of time? It doesn’t make any sense” he declared and went out of the kitchen taking the calendar with him, he no longer wanted there to be the risk of them being eaten.
As he climbed the stairs, he thought about what Bickslow had said, trying to make sense. Was it a way to put the blame on him? Because it didn’t work at all and it didn’t even make sense, Freed ate a chocolate a day and everyone knew it. He shook his head deciding it wasn’t important and went into his room. This time he drew runes so that no one could come in and steal anything.
In the room next to him, Evergreen was sitting on the bed surrounded by sweets, a satisfied smile on her face as she finished all the chocolates of Bickslow’s calendar. When she finished them, she opened the nougat Freed had bought for Christmas dinner and began eating it, thinking how easy it would be to blame Bickslow.