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Audo returned home in the morning from a long night in the library to find the living room a state. Not only were the well trodden-in hoof prints of cows littering the floor from his previous day's leather and dairy mishap, but also the Tuvmas tree was in pieces and all the gifts left below it were gone. He ran over, picking up a lump of coal before throwing it back into the pile with a devastated frown. His own desire to have a merry Tuvmas felt shattered, and last thing his younger siblings needed was their Tuvmas being ruined after everything in the past few years!

His attention snapped to as he ran to his room to check on one last present hidden away for his dearest friend. He tossed toys from his bed draws out, digging to the bottom, before sitting back on his legs. He pulled out a lump of coal that he merely dropped.

Audo sat hopelessly for a moment before his fists curled. He would not let this be the end of the Weiss'
Merry Tuvmas! 

He gave Pup a pat as he stepped out of his room, out of the house and made a sprint for the bank. Maybe those Tournament winnings would come in handy afterall.



 

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Roui de Melphestaus would hear of these rumors, though he did not worry. He had not bought any Tuvmas gifts. The elf considered himself lucky as he had no gifts to be taken, nor tree to be stolen. He did, however, feel for those that did. And so he flipped off the sky. "Aelnae."

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(For those who wish for a reference of the sleigh. Grouch is on top!)

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A particular skeleton, armed with a crossbow and looking around for targets in the dead of winter had sputtered back to life as they looked around, reflexively feeling for their chin as they stopped, looked around, and then suddenly proclaimed-

"M'ah lower jaw!  Some'un gone and stole my dang-gone lower jaw!"

The skeleton bickered and shouted in the snow, smashed the crossbow as they angerly stomped away.

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Wilfriche Sigismund stared at his cousin Georg before crying.

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