winter blues

Kokichi barely glanced in between the crack of the window’s curtain- he could tell that it wasn’t the best idea to go outside just from the sounds of skull against concrete and the cracking of firearms. Which absolutely sucked, because it was snowing, and he had wanted to build a snowman or sled or do something fun. It felt like Christmas, and he wanted to do something fun for Christmas (nevermind the fact that it was probably january already- if he wanted it to be the 25th of december, then it would be).But instead of time outside playing in the cold, all Kokichi could do was play one-man chess- a game he constantly cheated at. Ah, well, it wasn’t like he had found any good winter wear around the house anyways. It seemed as if his dreams were never meant to be.So, that was how he got to where he was now, hunched over the house’s living room table and making a mess of the wrapping paper, little deck of cards clenched between his teeth as he fumbled with the scissors.(Or; Kokichi decides it’s Christmas)