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“What’cha doin’?”

Yoyo slammed his diary shut.

“N-Nothing,” He stammered, a lump in his throat, glancing back at the figure behind him. It was Rhyth. “Leave me alone, yo.” He murmured, cheeks flushing as red as Beat’s hair in embarrassment.

He hid the journal beneath his leg, the pen sliding out from beneath his leg, it’s glittery texture shimmering in the light.

“Then what’s that?” Rhyth teased, picking up the pen as Yoyo reached for it. “Hey!” He called out, pouting.

“Give it back, yo…”

“Hehe… What’s the magic word?”

“Please, yo.”

Rhyth gave back the pen, much to Yoyo’s dismay about having to beg for it back.

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Christmas, the jolliest day of the year. Kids screaming and crying over gifts, baking desserts, and building snowmen.

Over at the GGs’ garage, they’d all scrambled together money to buy each other crappy gifts– spray paint, new gloves, snacks, whatever they could buy for each other. 

But for Beat, it was different.

“Man, Santa must'a been stalking me this year, how’d he know what I wanted?” He said with a chuckle. But he wasn’t really joking, at least in his case.

“...Whaddya’ mean Santa, yo?”

Yoyo spoke up, confused. He thought that Beat had already known that they had gotten each other gifts? Was there some sort of miscommunication?

“Yeah, Santa. That big, fat, red guy that delivers Christmas gifts each year?” Beat explained, raising an eyebrow at the trickster, but Yoyo hadn’t been lying. There was a reason why the GG’s told each other what they wanted each year. It’s not rocket science to be able to put two and two together.

“Wait, Beat, you still believe in Santa? You do know that’s a fib?”

Gum asked, the rest of the GG’s mumbling in confusion at Beat’s imagination. At his grown age? No one told him?

“Man, I guess education sucks in… Wherever that punk came from.” Combo joked, Pots coming over to nuzzle the man’s leg, being pushed aside instead of him reciprocating the love.

“Does not! Besides, I got enough of my smarts through the grapevine in Dogenzaka..” Beat retorted, crossing his arms and turning away from his fellow gang members.

“..I’m not telling him.” Gum spoke, only to be met with silence from the others. Seems like Beat would keep his weird, parasocial relationship with Saint Nicholas.