Part 2 to Halloween cause I have no self-control and a very large hyperfixation

"To whoever stole my tinsel, I'd just like to say that if it wasn't for the Christmas spirit, the seven parts of your dismembered body would be spread around this building by now." Virgil clicked off the megaphone. "That's all, happy fucking holidays."

"Where did you even get a megaphone?" Janus asked. Virgil shrugged.

"I found it in my room one day." He said. "Probably got it from the props room at uni. I'll return it after the holidays." Xe sighed dramatically and flopped down on the couch next to Janus. "Where's Princey?" He asked.

"You expect me to know how?" Janus asked, looking back at their phone.

"You know where Re is all the time." Virgil said.

"Ergo?"

"Ergo, I assumed you must have a Spidey sense but for really annoying yet attractive Mexican boys. Like Re and Princey." Virgil explained.

"I don't," Janus said, "but they're up in Pat's room, arguing over who's gonna put the star on the top of the tree."

"Why Pat's room?" Virgil asked.

"Cause that's where the decorations are." Janus said wearily. From upstairs, there was a thump and now Virgil could hear raised voices, swearing in Spanish.

"Oh yeah, there they are." He commented casually.

"Vete al diablo!" Remus yelled, storming down the stairs. "Put the star on the tree, I don't care. And while you're at it, ahorcarte with the fucking tinsel! Vete a la mierda!"

Virgil nodded over to him. "You have an angry puppy to attend to." He said. Janus sighed.

"It would seem that way." He said. "Better attend to yours as well."

"Huzzah, I win the day again!" Roman declared, running down the stairs. "Chúpalo, Re!" He yelled, holding the star high above his head, grinning like a maniac.

"Princey." Virgil sighed. Roman grinned down at him.

"Hullo." Roman flew down the stairs short of jumping on the banister. "I win again. Re graciously agreed to let me place the star atop the tree."

"Eso es una mierda." Remus grumbled. "Go fuck yourself."

"Princey, you promised to let Re do it this year." Virgil said. Roman sighed overdramatically. "I think you should stick by that promise. It would be - what did you call it? - gracious."

Roman rolled his eyes. "Meta Knight?" Virgil asked. "Please?"

Roman rolled his eyes again. "Fine. Hey, Re!" He chucked the star at Remus, who ducked just short of getting a spike in the face. Virgil pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We need Logan and Pat back." Janus muttered.

"Mestizos de la paz." Remus waved its hand dismissively. "Mongrels of the peace. We don't need them."

"D'you mean mongers?" Janus asked. "Mongers of peace." Remus shook his head.

"Nope." It said. "Mongrels of the peace." Janus blinked at him, momentarily speechless.

"Date a bilingual person, they said." He said. "They'll be really smart, they said." They gave Remus an aggressive kiss on the cheek. "No one told me I was going to get stuck with a clever idiot."

"Hey, stop with the lovey-dovey," Roman said, "that's me and Edge Lord's job. Now," he clapped his hands, "decorating."

"We will not be doing any decorating until Lo and Pat return from the caffeine run." Virgil said quickly. Janus pointed at xem.

"Very agreed!" He said quickly. The Winston twins rolled their eyes.

"Fine." Remus grumbled, slumping down on the couch.

"Can we at least get the..." Roman mimed holding a box. "Glitter bombs out?"

Virgil blinked at him. "The what?"

"Glitter balls... shiny Navidad things, um- Re!" Roman clicked at his sibling. "Chucherías in English."

Remus sat back in his seat, confusion crossing its face. "Chucherías?" He repeated. Roman nodded. "Why are you asking me?! You're the smarter sibling here! Academically, anyway."

"Um," Roman ran a hand through his hair, "glittery plastic balls you put on the tree."

"Do you mean baubles?" Janus asked. Roman clapped and pointed at them.

"That's it! Baubles!"

"Yeah, fine, we can get the baubles out." Virgil sighed.

Logan and Pat were back from their coffee run and Remus and Roman were, once again, arguing furiously in Spanish. Over the Christmas tree.

Pat leaned over to Logan. "Any idea what they're saying?" They asked hopefully. Logan shook his head.

"Clear as mud." He muttered.

"Fine!" Roman snapped. "Vamos mierda tú mismo!" Logan shook his head.

"Still nothing." He said.

"You've been arguing for ten minutes." Virgil groaned from xir perch on the desk. "The light's aren't even on the tree yet, take a fucking break!"

Janus popped their head out of the kitchen. "Rem, why don't you come help me make a yule log?" He asked. "Now."

With a glare at its brother, Remus left for the kitchen. Virgil rolled his eyes. "Finally. Now, can we please fucking start?!"

Was this decorating? No. Was it fun? Yes.
Bye,
Blaize