◜ it's beginning to look a lot like christmas : open ◞

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]

Christmas was pretty much a foreign concept to Lucky. Did he at least know of the holiday? Of course, but only vaguely when it was brought up briefly or referenced. He had never celebrated it; in fact, where he grew up, holidays were scarcely celebrated ( if at all ). A clan of lethal hellhounds didn't make time for cheesy shit like that; the sickening aroma of cinnamon, the nonstop cycle of old-fashioned Christmas music, the overload of sweets and the general sappiness and sentiment that surrounded the holiday... it was all too overwhelming for hellsent creatures like him. Lucky had always wondered what was so good about it, and why everyone lost their shit over the holidays in general.

The hellhound had just wandered back into the general area of the Pitt after a walk about the territory, glowing orange eyes fixated onto a particular sight of a youth going around and handing out striped canes. He wasn't quite sure what the point of it was, but it appeared that he would find out eventually, seeing as the youngster was approaching him anyhow. "Happy holidays, mister." They chirped and offered him the candy cane.

With hesitance, he took it into his large paw and examined it with furrowed brows. Finally, he asked, [glow=black,1,400]"What is it?"[/glow] He was genuinely stumped, but the kid quickly supplied an answer to the inquiry, "It's a candy cane.

They had skipped off before he could say anything else, and Lucky was left to examine it more and even give it a strong sniff. It smelled like... what he could only describe as minty. It was candy, apparently, and it even had the sticky texture. He sat upon his haunches and looked around cautiously before he bent down and lapped at the cane. He smacked his lips as he took in the flavor, and all he could do was wrinkle his nose and narrow his eyes. That was... interesting.