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[Merry Christmas!! Guess who's stumbling back into camp after apparently doing a lot of last minute holiday shopping. ~~Ssssh no one explained to him what Christmas even was until very recently.~~ He's got several untidily-wrapped boxes and assortments of berries under his arms, a pair of fake Stantler antlers on his head, and... a distinct tinge of red in his cheeks. Um looks like somebody got slipped some eggnog during his shopping trip.]

Happy Mewsmas! I have brought you all material gifts for the exchange! That is what you say, right? Though you mentioned Chrissumus, I think Mewsmas sounds be--. [N, who are you even talking to?

He takes another step forward, staggers, and promptly tumbles ungracefully to the ground. The gifts fall with him.] -- e-etter... [Growlithe takes the opportunity to gobble up a few of the fallen berries and roll around happily in some of the others. N looks sidelong at his companion.] No. No, that's bad. Friend, no, those are s'posed to be for everyone. Ssstop. Why is it-- Why is it so hard to stand up...? [Frustrated, he tries to get back to his feet, and really only succeeds in rolling around in a similar manner to the Growlithe.]

[Guess who decides to come by, to see what funny-sounding thump was about.]

Uh...... N..? [She pauses for a moment, too shocked to get any closer. What is he even doing? Was he attacked by something? Is he so wounded that he collapsed on the floor?! But Growlithe doesn't seem worried at all... In any case, she runs the rest of the way and squats down next to the rolling boy.]

N??!

[After a moment, he stills on his back.]
Ah...? Ah. [Once he processes who it is, he gives a big, goofy smile and reaches out both hands clumsily toward her face.] Hilda! Hello, Hilda! Happy Mewsmas, Hildaaaah.

[His hands drop back to his sides.] Mmmm, my legs won't work. [Even so, he maintains the goofy smile.]

[She glances at his legs, straight and flat on the ground. They're fine, though. So he's not hurt. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong at all... Except for that tinge of pink. Ah, wait a second now...]

N, have you been drinking? You're drunk!

[HILDA DOES NOT APPROVE. She scowls at him.] And it's "Christmas," don't make up weird stuff. [She starts gathering up some of the fallen Berries by her feet into a little pile.]

[He frowns and squints his eyes.]
Am I...? Naaah, all I drank was that, uh-- The stuff the nice lady gave me! She said it was a req-- require... [Big word. Big words are hard.] She said I should have it for the celebruh-ration. [Nailed it.] It was white! Sort of brown. [Totally not alcohol, right?

His goofy grin fades.] Are you mad at me? Why're you mad at me? [He rolls over onto his side and props himself up on his elbows to pout at Hilda.] And I think Mewsmas is a perfectly good name! It should be changed. It should be called Mewsmas. [Growlithe moves back a little as Hilda starts picking up the fruit, and turns his attention to N, waddling over and curling up against his stomach. As Hilda looks through the stuff, she might notice that there's a wrapped box with her name scrawled on the side. Meanwhile, N wraps his arms around Growlithe.] I'm going to call it Mewsmas. You can't stop me.

[On second thought, this is kind of hilarious, she figures. And endearing. She ignores the bit about changing the name of the holiday for a moment, though, to ponder what he said about being given a drink.]

White... sort of brown... stuff a lady gave you. [She repeats after him. Think, Hilda, think. You're supposed to be the lucid one right now!]

Ah, eggnog! Right? But, there should barely be any alcohol in that! [Especially if it was handed to him out in the streets. The scowl fades, and she laughs outright.] Come on... What kind of low booze tolerance do you have?

Yes! Eggnog! [He frowns briefly.] I hope it didn't have eggs in it. [He looks momentarily terrified, but it's replaced with giddiness a second later.] I dunno! It was good! I drank a lot of it!

[Growlithe decides he's fed up with being squeezed like a teddy bear and squirms out of N's arms. N rolls again, winding up on his stomach. He turns his head to the side so he can look at Hilda.] Toler-ler-rerr... I don't drink booze. It was eggnog. [He pauses, squinting as he puzzles over something. Eventually, his eyes open wide with realization.] Hilda! Hilda, I'm drunk! [Give the guy a gold star!]

[She watches with a hand over her mouth - to conceal a smile she can't bite back anymore - as he goes back to rolling.]

That's what I told you though, isn't it? [She sighs, and lowers her hand.] Nevermind, though, it's good to see you let loose once in a while. Once in... ever. Do you want to get up? I'll help you carry these.

[She picks up one of the boxes at random, and it turns out it's the one with her name on it.] Oh! Oh, it has my name of it. [Implying implications......]

[He still seems kind of shocked by this revelation.] I've never been drunk before. It feels warm. Is that why everything's tilting? [He blinks and turns his head, burying his face in the floor. His answer is muffled:] No, I'm fine here. Don't wanna walk. Walking is hard. Standing is hard. Lying down is good.

[But he does look up again as Hilda finds her gift.] Oh. It must be yours, then. You should open it. [Only logical! Growlithe pads over to N again and takes a seat on his back. N wheezes a bit, but makes no real protest.

Should Hilda decide to open the box, she'll find inside a couple of Hyper Potions (because he just had to give some practical gifts), an Oshawott plush, and... a smaller box, in its own individual wrapping.]

someone stop me

oh my christ you actually shjkfgsdfGSHDHGS

it's all your fault skdfjksjfsdkfkdlsfd

yes it is, happy mewsmas kibi

happy mewsmas to you too Rosa ;u; happy mewsmas to all and to all a good night

i really cannot get over this dfhjksgs

DRINK IT IN just hope he doesn't start crying sdjflkds

well shoosh it's okay, if he does hilda-mama will pat him uvu

aawww ;v;

nope

STOP ENCOURAGING ME JDSlfKDSJFKLDS

no, never stop

skldjflksdklsjldfksd i blame you all

well I blame you for encouraging me to write about drunk people so there

oh my god no sdklfjklsdfkdjs drunk people are really fun to write tho

they shouldn't be fkjnhdhgf

i know right but they are sdkjfljskfjldsk

fdngfnhdg I should stop laughing but this is so quality

this is clearly the peak of United_One's rich story skldjfklsdjfkd

ooh yes this looks like fun but still on mainhiatus because of stuff, expect slow replies

ah sorry to reply-whore this post but i want to play with bitty grimsley too......

it's okay he is best brat

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