It was a lovely day at the year-end at the Lights' Workshop. Everyone was doing their separate tasks as instructed by their very own guardian of Yuletide.
Charleston: (Resting his elbow atop the car door while holding his car keys) You children know what you have to do, right?
The said children - Marco, Sync, Cooper, and Dacron - were all lined up in the front yard and simultaneously nodded their heads.
Dacron: We got it all covered, Tito! You have nothing to worry about! (He was too enthusiastic for the old man to not be worried about)
Charleston: Okay, no.
Charleston: (Scans the four tall human-person in front of him, but all he sees are two boys having none of it- one sipping his mug of coffee, the other drift his mind off to the sky-, one rowdy teenage mutant ninja human-puppy, and a sleepy adorable lad)
Charleston: I'm leaving Cooper in charge.
Cooper: (Half-asleep) Yes Sir!
Charleston: (Squints his eyes at them, sighs, and sits on the driver's seat)
Charleston: We'll be back in the afternoon. (Drives off)
The boys remained in the front yard, not moving.
Cooper: (Fell asleep while standing, shivers in his sleep)
Dacron: (Busy looking at the sleeping auburn fluff while smiling, feels warm despite the cold chills of December)
Marcus: (Still staring at the sky, blinks) I wanna be a cloud.
Sync: (Looks up at the gloomy sky, sips coffee) Mmm... Same.
Charleston: (Is looking at the car's rear-view mirror, sees the four towers not moving) What the...
Charleston: (Shuts his eyes close, opens, focus on the road, glances at the mirror, sees the four still not moving surrounded with light feathered snow, the tallest two did not even bother wearing coats)
Charleston: (Was having a headache and regrets leaving them with the shop)
Charleston: (Stops the car, pokes his head out of the car window) GET YOUR ARSES INSIDE THE SHOP! NOW!
Arcadians: ...
The boys went inside, and the guardian finally went to his destination.
A few moments later~
Dacron and Cooper were assigned with the decors in the common room - adjacent to their workstation - which has been devoid of vehicles and mechanical tools. It was well cleaned and arranged, courtesy of Marcus.
Dacron: (Is struggling on carrying the couch) Ah... a little help here?
Cooper: (Pauses on putting purple shades of decorations on the ceiling, and looks down from the chair he was standing on, only to find his buddy's unfortunate situation)
Cooper: You're a hopeless idiot.
Dacron: (Is panting and shaking) Y-yeah, I know. Now get your pretty little head down here and help me.
Cooper: (Sighs and steps down from the chair)
Kitchen||
Marcus: (Goes around the kitchen, washing the ingredients for the baked mac and mashed potatoes)
Sync: (Is leaning his lower back on the kitchen island while holding a mug of newly brewed coffee)
Marcus: (Grabs the chopping board with one hand, lending the other open at 8 o'clock) Ei.
Sync: (Silently places a knife, handle on Marco's palm)
Marcus: Tapadh leat. (Thank you in Scottish)
Sync: Schon gut. (It's fine / No problem in German)
Icebergs: ...
Marcus: (Proceeds to chop the ingredients and fall in his thoughts while doing so)
Marcus: (Subconsciously sings the song on his head in a mellow voice)
Marcus: Should auld acquaintance be forgot~ And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot~ And days of auld lang syne?
Sync: (Paused on sipping his fourth coffee for the morning and stared at it)
Marcus: For auld lang syne, my dear~ For auld lang syne~ We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet~ For days of auld lang syne~
Sync: (Glance at Marco then went back to finish his hot beverage)
Marcus: We twa hae run about the braes~ And pu'd the gowans fine~ But we've wander'd mony a weary fit~ Sin days of auld lang syne~
Sync: (Is making another cup of coffee while humming along)
Marcus: (Notices that he was singing out-loud when he heard Sync join in)
Marcus: (Grabs a potato to chop off next, didn't stop singing) And we twa hae paidl'd I' the burn~ Frae morning sun 'til dine~ But seas between us braid hae roar'd~ Sin days of auld lang syne~
Sync: (He was now leaning on the kitchen island once again, resting his hand atop the tiled surface all while tapping a beat with his fingers)
At the doorway of the kitchen||
Yeshua: (Is covered in layers of clothes with a few flurries of snow. He arrived just in time when Marcus started singing and managed to take a video as it transpires)
Yeshua: (Subconsciously hums along with the two)
Yeshua: (He glanced at his phone to check the quality but met with two pairs of dull eyes staring at him from the screen)
Yeshua: (Glances up and greets them while chuckling)
Yeshua: Happy New Year!