"Uuugh, just let them kill one another already." Comes the groan and posh drawl of another elf, who has conveniently strolled up late with a to-go coffee cup in hand. Trailing his heels is a Houndour, who looks a good deal more cheerful about sporting a jingling collar and red nose than his trainer does his own festive ensemble. A little sneer passes over the aforementioned teen's features as he uses his free hand to tug his striped hat over his silver hair. The point to his own ears could be the result of an excellent pair of prosthetics, but given the easy disdain dripping from his tone...

"It'll just mean the Fat Man has more presents left over for us, won't it?"