He’s a little off from the ‘nog but as the doorbell rings, he totters over, small dainty steps pitter patter towards the door and finds the other standing in the snow-covered front yard.

He need only move aside before that figure rushes in for warmth.

So those small dainty steps pitter patter with world-worn thumps back past the hallway, then into the living room where a warm hearth is crackling. 

Here. Merry Christmas.

The ‘nog, still in effect, does not faze him as he rips open the paper package, thinly wrapped with colorful wrapper and the only that’s spared is the ribbon adorned tiny rhinestones. He gapes at it like a little child.

There is a little chuckle and a red-face.

Right! Sorry about that!

Inside is a fine piece of rhodochrosite and pewter, melded into a Skarmory taking flight.

“Yeah...” Riley replied softly, a little smile on his lips. He was still feeling quite warm and happy inside from that kiss. The previous ones didn’t make him feel this way. Then again, he did saw Vincent as a good friend. Perhaps the familiarity helped him feel that way?

“I think it’s about time we closed up this booth? I mean, we probably made quite a bit of money from everything that we got today...”

Before Morty could finish his sentence, he noticed the way Riley perked up. It was becoming a familiar sight, one that told him that someone Riley knew was approaching. As he followed his gaze, he saw a redhead breaking away from the crowd, a huge smile on his lips. He looked a bit familiar, if he was being honest. A League member, maybe?

“Roark! By this point, I’ve almost expected your arrival...” Riley trailed off, grinning quite widely at this Roark fellow. That name too rings a bell. A relative of Brock’s, maybe? Their name sounded almost the same... Morty shook his head. Perhaps it was time they got out of this cold if he was starting to have ridiculous thoughts like these.

Meanwhile, Roark continued to grin as he slid in a dollar in the jar before make the request to Riley. The aura user was quick to oblige, rising to his feet. Roark was another person he was familiar and felt comfortable with so he wasn’t opposed by the idea of kissing him. They already shared kisses before, only forehead or cheek ones. This wasn’t that all different.

Riley dipped down to peck Roark on the lips. It was quick yet sweet and soft at the same time. He then ruffled Roark’s hair, just because he felt happy all over again.