He’d been awake for over 24 hours. He was tired. He was crabby. He was…”not that box” he snapped at Braylin, who was supposed to be helping him pack up some of his medical journals to make room on the shelves for a few of his things he had brought over from his apartment.
Ignoring him Braylin shook the box. “What’s in it?”
“Stuff” he mumbled growing even more irritated. In a huff he snatched the box from Braylin’s hands. Pointing towards the door “bring me an empty box.”
“I thought that one was empty” he grumbled moving to retrieve one of the other boxes. Handing it to Trebor he mused “it was awfully light. Must be pictures…” Snapping his fingers he said “I know….it’s fully of naughty pictures.”
“Just give it a rest” he growled losing what little patience he had left. “Honestly you’re worse than a child. You’re supposed to be helping me instead your…” Glancing at Braylin “ugh I should’ve just done it myself.”
As far as Braylin was concerned Trebor was talking to himself. He’d wandered over to the box determined to see if his guess was correct. Ripping the top open his anticipation dissipated somewhat upon finding it full of Christmas decorations. “Oh how convenient some mistletoe” his cried like a kid waking up on Christmas morning and finding presents beneath the tree.
“I suppose now you want a kiss” Trebor grumbled tossing his beloved journals inside the box.
“Well duh…it’s mistletoe” he pointed towards it “you have to kiss me.”
“Before or after I kill you” Trebor mumbled getting to his feet.
“Before of course. After would be gross and not nearly as pleasurable” he said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes as Trebor pulled him into a kiss.