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Snow fell softly to the ground, coating it in the powdery white. Frost crept onto the window, and the night sky was flecked with the flakes cascading from the heavens. Within the brother's comfy cottage, a fire popped quietly, creating a warm atmosphere that enveloped the two dwelled within the home.
Mario and Luigi were seated in front of the hearth, snuggled up in fluffy blankets stolen from their own beds and hot cocoa held in their hands. Soft smiles graced their lips, and their weary eyes sparkled. No one words exchanged between them, but the way they sat shoulder to shoulder spoke more words than most people could tell. They were brothers of the closest bond.
Luigi glanced at the clock placed above the mantle. Mario's gaze followed, and both brothers laughed a little to themselves.
"Happy New Year, Lu," Mario murmured, nudging his younger brother gently. Luigi grinned, nodding.
"Happy New Year, Mario. Here's to many more." They clinked their mugs together and sipped their hot chocolate, heat rising in their chests and flowing through to their limbs, leaving their fingers tingling. It was comfort to a tee.
Though the brothers rang in the New Year by themselves, stuck in their home due to the rising snow, if they were being honest, they wouldn't have it any other way. Together is what it had always been, and together they hoped it would continue to be.
Happy New Year.