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People wonder how Neil could hate the holidays so much. Well, spending money when practically living from paycheck to paycheck was the norm wasn’t exactly ideal. It didn’t really matter if it was just a few pieces of chocolate or a whole damn tin of cookies, money was money. Anyway, Neil bought cookies and placed them in bags for his coworkers. He left each of them where he knew his coworkers would see them. On each he left a note that read:

Happy Holidays. Don’t expect me to be nice all of a sudden.

-Neil

On Raeger’s in particular he wrote:

You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Don’t give this to me again.

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On the front counter was a small bag filled with sugar cookies, a few small candy canes, and a few pieces of assorted candy. Attached to said bag was a short note that read:

Happy Holidays.

-Vaughn

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When Mikoto was not working, sleeping, or eating, they were refining their abilities. On this particular day they were skillfully slicing into a thick tree that could withstand the blow of their katana. They were swift, effortless, deadly; just as they had been trained. They might have even taken their shirt off if not for the chilly breeze, and the lingering embarrassment over their surgery scars.

The warrior stopped suddenly and the cold snap of a twig, and twirled around, sheathing their sword. They’ve frightened people before accidentally this way, so they wanted to put the blade away to extinguish any fears. All that stood before them though, was empty air. Mikoto blinked in confusion, then heard a rustling just above then. They froze and turned very slowly to look up into the tree, fearing the worst.

Above them, a brunette was crouched in the branches of the tree they were practicing on.

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A bag of candy, mostly chocolates and such, was left at each coworker’s station along with a note that read:

Happy Holidays or whatever. Don’t mention it.

-Neil

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Raeger entered the cafe forty minutes before his shift started, his usual routine. He wasn't much of a morning person, so he used this extra time to adjust himself. After getting dressed and making sure the all of the equipment was working, he headed to the back again to find an unfamiliar brunette standing there.

"Good morning." Raeger smiled and made a small wave. At first, he wasn't sure why there was a stranger in the staff room today, but it took a second for his mind to click. "Oh, right! The manager told me we were getting a new co-worker, so I assume that's you. I'm Raeger." He offered his hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you."

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“Ugh. This trash again,” he grumbled at the radio. “That’s all they play on the radio these days. The same pop music that has no meaning. Like nails on a chalkboard.”

It wasn’t a pent-up anger from his band days, Neil always looked at the top charts and pop music senselessly played with disdain. He has always had this angst and edgy™️ attitude about him that made him so hard to get along with. Especially when it came down to music tastes. He had a preference is what he called it but in reality, it was just him being picky about every little detail.

He couldn’t bear to listen to another trash remix of a classic song, he couldn't see how the general public could. And people wonder why he thinks everyone is an idiot. They were all just feeding money into the disgrace claimed as music nowadays. 

He slammed his finger on the power button, desperate to turn that load of cacophonic mismatched notes off. He could feel himself losing brain cells hearing the song they played three times already repeating itself on every other station.

*swats leggy* none of that here m’am, this is a work environment