'Tis the Season (Maia) Jan 6, 2017 7:31:52 GMT
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 6, 2017 7:31:52 GMT
"Oh god, she's actually coming."
When Isaac had sent that message suggesting they have a little Christmas party for two, he didn't expect Maia to actually be up for it! Sure, his mom and her friend were going to be out at some sort of office Christmas party instead of being home, making it the best possible time for a visit. And sure, Isaac had loaded up on plenty of presents to spoil Maia rotten with. But he didn't expect she'd actually give him a "sure" when he joked about the possibility! Now he had to make sure their humble abode would look like a winter wonderland in time for her arrival.
He watched as Elliot bounded through the house as Strikedramon, using his powerful legs and massive height to hang up wreaths, line the door frames with garlands, and top the Christmas tree with a star. "Is being Strikedramon for this really necessary? We have chairs," Isaac pointed out, the muscular dragon turning and putting his hands on his hips in irritation at the response.
"Was your idea really any better?" Briefly Isaac remembered Devidramon careening through the house, nearly knocking everything over as he snaked through entire rooms at a time. "Besides, I'm starting to think using the chair might be kinda dangerous. You know. Bad leg and all that." The Strikedramon returned to his wreath hanging, smirking a little as he slipped a mistletoe underneath one. It was right under the most frequently used doorframe in the house, too. Elliot, you schemer!
Not that Isaac noticed. He was too busy listening for the beep. The oven would go off any second, after all, and in this case any second included right now! "The cake!" he shouted, quickly running over to get it out of the oven. Elliot had whipped up a beautiful chocolate cake, and even bought plenty of festive red and green icings for Isaac to slather over it. Combined with a bag of fondant to make into snowflakes, and Isaac had the plan for a pretty great looking cake going. "I'll get the hot chocolate started and get this cake looking beautiful, okay? Keep decorating and watch the door for me. She could be here any second now.
Not as Strikedramon, though. We don't need the neighbors getting the wrong idea."
Elliot nodded, getting presents out from the closet and stacking them under the tree. He marveled briefly at the great job Isaac did with them, when in the past he could barely handle scissors without nicking himself. Seemed like Maia had been a seriously positive influence in his life. No wonder Isaac was trying so hard to give her a great Christmas!