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With the whistling wind and ferocious battering of snow and hail against the walls and windows of the Holiday household, it was pretty fair to say that Asriel was stuck for the night. He'd come over for some board games and a movie, but now it was too late to head back, so the Holidays had let him stay the night. Mrs. Holiday had just gone off to bed with a (minor) threat on a noise complaint so it was just him and his best friend.
December was lounged out on the couch, crossing her feet in his lap (something she did just to piss him off) while talking over whatever Christmas movie was playing as background noise. Him and Dess talked about anything and everything. Even when they ran out of new conversational topics, they just brought up old rotting horses to beat up. Dess sat up, clearly saying something, but it took her snapping her fingers in front of Asriel for him to blink back into the moment.
"Back with us?" She joked, punching his shoulder as she swung her legs around the couch.
"Ow! I was paying attention!" He retorted, rubbing the spot.
"Sure." Dess deadpanned. "Anyways, wanna go ransack the kitchen for snacks?" She stood up, stretching with her hands behind her back.
Asriel looked away, squaring his shoulders and huffing. "Didn't we do that earlier? It's not like food can teleport..."
"Aw come on, don't be a loser, Azzy." Dess grabbed his hand and pulled Asriel to his feet, snickering as the boy glared at her. "Nothing better to do, anyway."
Asriel hummed, then padded along with the reindeer behind him into the snow white kitchen. He rooted around the fridge as she sorts through the pantry, practically shoving things around in boredom, before she cheers. "Aw hell yeah, didn't know we still had any!"
Asriel sticks his head out of the fridge, watching as Dess sets a tub of something on the counter. "What is that?" He goes to close the fridge, but the other teen stops him and shoves him aside to grab the milk.
"Hot chocolate mix. It's pretty much shit, but it gets the job done. You want some?" She dives into the cupboard and pulls out two mugs, seemingly answering her own question. Asriel laughs.
"Sure. You have marshmallows?" He steps behind her to get to the pantry, searching with his eyes through the assortment of ingredients. He hears Dess hum a strangely familiar melody before the microwave takes over on the humming sound.
"Nah, don't think so." She tugs at his shirt to pull him away from the doorway and slips in past him. He grumbles, but wanders to the microwave and pulls out the very hot mugs as they finish beeping. Dess takes her cup from his paws with a kiss to his cheek.
"To the shittiest hot chocolate in the world?"
"It could probably get worse than this, Dess. You could've used water."
"Just shut up and drink it."
And so they did.