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Mairon hit something when he opened the door. Of course. Typical. He stepped outside and closed the door to check what he hit. He expected a plant, the package he was looking for– something like that. Anything than what he actually hit.
A stalker. Well, a man. The man had flowing ebony hair and dark eyes that held Mairon’s stare.
"Um, hi?" Mairon asked, almost a question.
"Yeah. Hi." The man answered.
"What are you doing here?" Mairon queried.
”Uh. Looking.” The man replied. Definitely a stalker. Mairon was aggravated. He was already quite late.
“Who are you?" he asked. "This is my house."
The man looked guilty and paused. "Um-"
"Go on, spit it out," Mairon forced.
"Well, um, I'm..."
There's a pause.
"I'm... Santa Claus." The man finished.
Mairon was incredulous. To be honest, he didn’t know whether to laugh or to escort the man to a mental asylum. A laugh escaped.
In time, Mairon is practically rolling on the floor with laughter, which isn't good, because he had to get to work. "I'm sorry-" he wheezed. "What?" Mairon bursted out laughing again. "Santa Claus?" Another fit of laughter took him over.
The man looked at Mairon in concern; like he was the one who had a problem. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Mairon just barely managed to contain the rest of his laughter. "Are you?" he got out.
"Yes. I'm Santa Claus," the man repeated, all too confidently.
There is no way Mairon could contain his laughter further. "Just- just leave," he coughed. Mairon then stumbled the rest of the way to his car, half in tears. It was the first time he’d laughed in months.