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"No, Scooter, that goes on last."  Coco smiled, taking the star from him.  They were all (well, except for Dante and Ratchet) putting up and decorating the christmas tree.
"Please?"  Scooter begged.  Leon poked his head out from behind the tree.
"Scooter, Coco puts the star ontop, you got to do it last year."
"PLEASE?! I love the star!"  Scooter bounced up and down happily.
"Sorry Scooter, we have to be fair."  Coco said, putting the star back in it's box.  Jazz looked up from making costumized ornaments and smiled.  He was pouring glitter paint into clear glass ornaments, sometimes two or three colors, and swirling them around.
"Coco, should I light it now?"  Leon asked, hooking up the last of the lights.
"No, we won't light it till a week before christmas."  Coco said, eaching up and putting and ornament on a branch.  Leon stood up and cracked his back.
"Sure, that's cool, but send someone else back there, I got needle where needles shouldn't be."  He said slipping out from behind the tree.  Coco smiled and nodded.  Jazz looked a t a finished ornament, it's insides swirled with green and white glitter paint, and sent it on the table to dry.
"I think that our christmases have been better since you came here, Coco"  Jazz said, pouring blue glitter paint into another ornament.
"Agreed."  Leon said.  "Any other time and none of this would be here."  Sweeping his arm around the living room.  Wreaths were hung up on the walls.  Red ribbons decorated the montel and doorways.
"..even if you stole the star from me..."  Scooter mummbled.  Coco smiled and giggled.
"You know, bac in Australia, we never had snow or pine trees, we 'ad to make do with ficus trees"  Maxxi said.  He was laying under the tree making sure everything was hooked up and tightened.  Coco scootched under the tree and smiled at him.  He smirked and kissed her softly.  Leon tugged on her tail.
"Come on kid, no sexy time under the tree."  He said, pulling her tail enough to drag her out.
"Hey"  Coco giggled.  Jazz stood up and put the finished ornaments on the tree.
"Be nice, Leon.  It's in her nature to be loving."  He said.  Leon chuckled and helped her stand up.  Maxxi came out from under the tree and smiled.
"All done and hooked up, sheila."  He said.  Leon grabbed hte star and handed it to COco before picking her up and placing her on his shoulder, lifting her tot eh top of the tree.  Coco smiled and placed the star ontop of the tree and hooked it to the outlet, hiding it so it looked perfect.  Leon bounced alittle, making Coco fly up and land in his arms.
"I must say, this is the absolute best christmas tree I have ver seen, thank you Coco."  Jazz said, patting her head.
"I set in on a timer, it won't light for three days."  Maxxi said, eyeing Scooter, Scooter would be the first to try and see the tree lit.  Coco slid out of Leons arms and went down teh hall.
"Dante?"  She called, knocking onhis door.  Dante grunted, Coco knew enough to know that was his way of saying come in.  She had learned to understand him.  She slid intot he room and closed the door.
Dante was sitting on his bed, his back propped against the headbored as he tinkered with his gun.
"What's that one?"
"AKA Draco Carbine."  Dante answered.
"What's wrong with it?"  She asked, carefully sitting on the bed next to him.  He had only recently allowed her to do so.
He held it up and studied it.  "When it's cold it pulls to much to the right."  He said.  He had actually taught her a bit about guns.  He tightened a bolt and ran his fingers along the barrel.
"When do you use this?" She asked.
"I rarley do....only when I'm bored or hate someone."  He added, glancing at Coco, meanign she was leaning a tad bit to close to him.  Him and her had their own language.  Most of it nonverbal, but they understood enough.  When Dante glanced at her while explaining he used a gun for when he hated someone, it meant she should move away a bit.  When Coco sighed while walking by his open door as he worked, it meant Ratchet had went after ehr enough where she needed some more bullets.  When a box of bullets showed up in her pillow that looked like he had gripped it to tightly, it meant she should stop waisting them on him and he was getting annoyed at Ratchet and would gladly shoot him himself.
"So, you shot Scooter again." Coco said, eyeing him.
"He tried to break into my guns again."  Dante answered, patted the hand grip, which was his way of saying it was perfect now.  He reached over and picked up a hand held and handed it to her with a smirk.He did this everynow and then.  He tended to teach her things and wanted to see if it was worth it, so he chose a gun he had a few of, tinkered with it, made something wrong with it, and wanted to see if she could find it.  She studied it and pursed ehr lips, running ehr fingers over the cold metal.  Dante smirked, if she got this one, he hadn't completely wasted his time and she would live another day.  She turned it over in her hands, glancing at Dante who nodded, meaning it wasn't loaded.  She turned it close to ehr face and smiled.
"This, the tracker is two centimeters farther back then it should be."  She said, pointing.  Dante nodded, the corners of his smirk tugging, almost in a slight smile, though Coco would not say anythign.
"Very good.  I didn't think you would catch that.  But there;s one more."
Coco smirked and without looking, pointed.  "This is a basic hand gun, cerca 1997, it's basic chambers hold a .08m millimeter bullet, but you worked you magic and now it holds .18 milimeter bullets."  She smiled.  Dante stared at her.
"That's enough for the leason today.." He mummbled, taking it back.
"I'm a fast learner, and I've been researching guns more than ever now."
"YOu like researching, huh?"  Dante asked, standing up and unlocking the padlocks.  It was actually three, one classic pad lock, one with letters and one with a joystick that went up downa nd back and porth.  Each one was completely different than the other.
"When I hear about something enough, I like to look it up and learn as much as I can."  Dante opened the closet and walked in.  He had the largest closet, but it wasnt for clothes.  He kept the clothes he had in a wardrobe on the other side of the room, this was for his collection.  Or, a small portion.  The rest were ina  location no one knew, and if they did know, they kept quite for fear Dante would hear them, but he made sure no one knew.  He placed them back as softly as a preist would set down a bible and walked out, locking it again.  Coco was still on his bed, stretched out.
"You didn't come in here just to talk."
"Nope.  Here."  She pulled out a small jar from her bag.  "You...you didn't decorate your room...it's pineneedles, cinnimon and some mint.  I thought you'd like it."  SHe said, handing it to him.  Last time she just left it on his bedside table, and she found it in her room later that day, it was safer to give it straight to him so he could decide to keep it or not.  He smirked and bouncde it in his hands a bit.
"Hmph, you don't give up."
"Nope."  Dante had to respect ehr for ehr guts, no one else would annoy him this much.  He scratched his neck and placed the scent filed jar on his desk, on a high shelf where you couldn't see it when passing by his rarely open door.  Coco glowed, this was the first time he really excepted a gift from her!!
"Um...in three days-"
"I heard."
"So...um..will you be there?  For the lighting?"  COco asked, hoping he'd say yes.
"I'll try.  Will Ratchet be there?"
"Most likely not."
"Scooter?"
"Yeah."
"If I can keep my eye on him then I'll try and force myself to go."
"It;s just down the hall."  Coco laughed.
"I still have to force myself not to go on a killing spreee in this house."
"YOu wouldn't kill us!" COco smiled.
"No, just Ratchet, Scooter..and maybe you if you dont' get out."  THat was the closest thing Dante ever made to a joke.  COco nodded and ran out..
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Coco is mine.

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