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“It is the first of November.”
Greta stared up at Brandon with a vacant expression, slowly chewing on her fruit loops and refusing to break eye contact.
Brandon looked away first, groaning in annoyance and glaring at the coffee machine in the hopes it would work faster. It was entirely too long until Greta finally responded.
“Uh, yeah? Duh. It’s the first of November, therefore its not Halloween anymore.”
Brandon’s eye twitched in annoyance. Halloween. That damned ‘one-night’ holiday had been a full month of unnecessary cobwebs and jumpscares thanks to Greta’s influence. He was not letting that happen a second time.
“No. No Christmas trees. Christmas can stay in December like its supposed to.”
“Oh come on! I’m gonna be putting trees up in like, every facility, the Battle Pyramid will look out of place if it doesn’t have one!”
Early Christmas. In every facility. Dialga’s sake, he was getting a headache just thinking about it.
He clicked his thermos into the side of the coffee maker, letting it fill up while he turned to glower at Greta.
“NO! I am putting my foot down. No Christmas trees in my facility, no Christmas trees in ANY of the facilities, until 1am, December First. Do I make myself clear?”
Greta gasped in indignation, dropping the spoon she’d been using to mix Nutella into her cereal. It clattered loudly to the floor while she stood up and balled up her fists, holding them in the air like she was preparing to punch something.
…it looked like an uncomfortable position, given that she was backed into a booth and there really wasn’t room for both her legs to be straight- but Greta was nothing if not a devoted performer
“You can’t stop me putting up trees! Where’s your Christmas spirit?”
There were notes of distress in her voice, like she was an evangelical door-knocker fearing for Brandon’s soul. Or like she was a toddler scared that santa wouldn’t show up due to not leaving out enough cookies. He was not putting up with this for an extra month.
Brandon slammed a hand down on the table between them, glaring her dead in the eyes.
“Greta. I am making you a promise that I will be using Hyper Beam on every Christmas Tree I see between now and December First. I will be burning every piece of tinsel I see. And if I hear a single note of that Mariah Chansey song- you know the one- then I will personally head over to your Battle Arena and raze it to the ground.”
Greta slammed a hand down on the table, leaning in to glare right back at Brandon- he quickly recoiled, before she got too excited and headbutted him while trying to intimidate him.
“Well, YOU listen HERE, Mr Grinch. Because I’m making a promise that NO ONE CAN STOP CHRISTMAS. NO ONE.”
Brandon just grabbed his thermos of coffee, striding out the door of the shared kitchen.
“I have enough mons that know Hyper Beam, Miss Kogomi. No Christmas trees.”