Madison Square Garden

"Why, bad childhood sob story with ole Saint Nick creeping you out."

"Yes." Raiden pouted and looked at the dimly lighted snow at his feet as they walked. He looked up at the buildings around them and gasped. They found the lights.

Marina smiled, "Yes!"

"Wow....it's so.....bright." Raiden smiled and walked in a slow circle. "This is amazing. Spectacular." He whispered to no one in particular.

Marina nodded, "Agreed."

Raiden looked at her. "Is there more?"

Marina nodded, "Loads more."

"Can we go?! Can we?!" He asked with the excitement of a little boy, jumping up and down. "Please?!"

Marina laughed, "Um, yeah."

Raiden grabbed her hand and towed her down the street. "You give me directions, I steer. Kay?" He laughed.

Marina dragged her feet onto the cold cement. Good choice on wearing Toms, idiot. She thought. "They're everywhere, it's not that hard to-" Marina stopped, "Exibit A" she jolted Raiden of her hand and walked up the steps of a town house covered in lights.

Raiden smiled widely and ran to the house. He drooled at the lights, then ran to the door. He banged on the door heavily, and a large man answered in an apron that said "Mr. Jolly" with a violent grimace on his face. Raiden beamed brightly. "I like your pretty lights!" The man growled.

Marina hit him, again. Her hand was getting tired of that, "You sound like a kid." she gritted through her teeth.

Raiden ignored her and continued staring at the guy. The man grunted and offered them a mug of peppermint hot cocoa. Raiden smiled. "Thanks!" He walked back down the stairs with his cocoa. "What about sounding like a kid?" He smirked smugly.

Marina stood in the doorway, "You don't go into the houses, you idiot."

"I can do what wanna." Raiden pouted. "I'm 17 years old now."

"sadly, that means you still need someone to look after you." Marina scoffed, "You need to be 18 idiot, therefore, I shall be your legal gaudian."

Raiden paused and whipped around. "I'm older than you!" He complained.

"No, I'm 18." she replied.

"You don't act like it." He mumbled under his breath.

Marina sighed mentally, he bought it, "Well you don't act 17."

"Your mother doesn't act 17!" Raiden retorted quickly. He pinched the collar of his jacket and popped it. "Boom."

"Well duh, she's immortal."

Raiden snorted then smiled. "You're good. I'll give you that."

"Yeah, I know."