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“Happy Easter, Theseus!” Tommy grins. He’s in a much better mood this morning than usual—back in his original life, Easter had been one of Tommy’s favorite holidays.
Sure, he wasn’t exactly Christian, but since he grew up in Britain, he grew up around Christian customs—including Easter.
His favorite fairytale was of the Easter Bunny who would hide his eggs around the world for children to find. And yeah, now he knows that the Easter Bunny isn’t real- but it’s a fun little fantasy to indulge in.
And what better time than right now, in a world where Christianity doesn’t even exist?
Theseus raises an eyebrow. “Easter? What is that, a disease?” he sneers.
Tommy glares. “Shut the fuck up, you sad excuse for a ghost. Just let me celebrate this fuckin’ holiday.”
“Easter is a holiday?” Theseus floats over, sitting next to Tommy on the bed. “What do you do?”
Tommy snorts. “Big man, I can’t just let you do all the traditions—I have to explain the lore behind it ‘n everything!”
“Just tell me!” Theseus whines. “And also, why are you holding a fuckin’ egg?”
“It’s from the Easter Bunny.”
“The what,” Theseus stares at Tommy. “That’s not a thing—an ‘Easter Bunny’?? What even is that?”
“Well, he basically goes around and hides these little eggs for children,” Tommy holds up the egg he just painted. “And inside the eggs are usually candies, y’know?“
“The Easter Bunny sounds creepy,” Theseus says, raising his eyebrow. “It sounds like he’s- he’s just luring kids towards him. He sounds like a right wrongen.”
“Shut the hell up,” Tommy replies instantly. “Anyways! The actual backstory behind Easter is, like, a fuckin’ religion thing, but I’m not really into said religion, soo…”
“What, you’re- you’re an atheist?” Theseus snorts.
Now it’s Tommy’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “The fuck are you laughin’ about?”
“No one in this world is really an atheist,” Theseus replies, crossing his arms. “We all know that different types of gods exist—it’s just kind of a fact of life. It’s just a matter of who you choose to worship.”
“Well.” Tommy blinks, looking out the window. “I guess I’ll have to find out how to pray on my own, huh?” he says, mostly to himself.
Tommy then turns back to Theseus. “So anyways, Easter’s like…a pretty big deal where I’m from.” He sighs, a little melancholic. “After I was, like, seven, I was told that the Easter Bunny wasn’t actually real. I was so fuckin’ depressed, it was kinda funny.”
Theseus clicks his tongue. “Well, just celebrate it now, then.”
Tommy gives him a weird look. “The fuck? No one else here other than you even knows what Easter is.”
Theseus snorts. “Then fine—since you seem to like this suspicious holiday, it’s my responsibility to celebrate it with you as a helpful guide and professor, right?”
“That- no, not really,” Tommy says, but he starts to flush with excitement. I haven’t celebrated Easter in so long…
Theseus sighs loudly, bringing Tommy out of his thoughts. “Look, I’m trying to understand you and your world’s customs! So just let me do this for you, so we can hang out and get to know each other!” He gives Tommy an “innocent” smile.
Tommy groans. “Fucken- fine, bitch.” He points accusingly at Theseus as the two rise from the bed, “But don’t you dare try and touch my fucking eggs.”
“I’m a spirit, you idiot. I can’t touch anything.”