89 – Christmas (2)
“Joe, be careful.”
I am making a snowman with the devil. I’m working on a haircut right now. I squeezed the mammoth with one hand and told me to upload it, not her. It’s because of her dog sh*t theory that by this time she’s been putting it all up, now I have to do it.
“Ugh.”
-Turup
I raised my head. I haven’t decorated it with props yet, but the shape of the snowman is complete.
“Kihihi, now think of this snowman as me…”
-Jjeook
– Took!
-Paaak!
The snowman’s head rolled off and was smashed loudly.
…
“What were you just going to say?”
“… It’s nothing. Let’s make it again.”
*
The snowman is complete. I made her arms out of spoons, and put eyeballs I used to make teddy bears for her eyes. Hat never wanted to give me what I was wearing, so he put the frying pan upside down instead. Buttons were attached to the stomach.
“Wow, it’s done! It’s done!”
The demon king rushed over and hugged the snowman.
She never had any friends, so she would have loved her snowy days. Because you can be with the snowman. Didn’t she want to use magic all year round and live as winter?
-Galjjak
Then the demon king suddenly takes out his tongue and licks the snowman.
“Hey! What are you doing. Nastily!”
“It’s okay. Not dirty at all I made it with magic and froze the pure water itself.”
No, that’s not the problem.
Kids love snowmen. I empathize with this static object that is unable to move and steadily runs toward the melting point. Okay, let’s approach it this way.
“The snowman will be sad if you lick it like that. That your body is shrinking.”
“Kee hee hee! What is it you’re stupid? How is the snowman sad?”
…
Not really. But why the f*ck do you feel betrayed?
“Oh, my friend has empathy for snowmen. So cute. Right? A paper crane?”
…
The demon king took something out of his chest. It’s what I hate the most.
“Hee hee. Come on. I should leave one with the snowman!”
*
“I have something saved for today. Lol.”
“Looking at you, you seem to have saved a lot.”
“You! Life doesn’t know what’s going to happen. You can’t let go of the habit of saving.”
“That’s true, but it’s out of the blue.”
“It’s finally time to take it out!”
The demon king laughed like a Digimon Kaiser taking out a ring of darkness and took out a dinosaur doll from his bosom.
“Damn. Look at this.”
“It’s a dinosaur doll. Normal.”
“Umm. Not ordinary. If you look closely, he has twenty-seven teeth, not twenty-eight, unlike the other kids.”
I make dolls every day, but now I know that other kids are 28.
“So? What are you doing with that doll?”
“Whoa, whoa, if you rub your belly here.”
When the demon king doll rubbed his head, a very small pouch came out of it. Slightly larger than a tea bag.
“Tada!”
“… What? Heroin? Is it cannabis? Why do you hide it in a place like that?”
“…What is that?”
“Nothing. So what are pockets?”
“Cocoa powder! I take it out and eat it only once a year. I kept it frozen so it didn’t spoil.”
The demon king took out the pot that was in the most perfect condition. He puts his eyes in it. He lights a fire with magic and starts boiling water.
-Bubbly
“All right, all right.”
Then I shook a very, very small amount of cocoa powder from the sack and put it in the water.
…
“Hey… Wouldn’t that be too bland? I think it will be very dull.”
“… Whoops. That, right? This is a bit too much.”
The demon king closed his eyes tightly as if he had made a big decision and added more cocoa powder. Of course, it was still written down.
“… Hee hee. Smells good.”
… I see. I barely smell cocoa, maybe because I use less powder.
“… Do you like cocoa?”
“Yes. Very tasty. Originally, I keep it in my mouth… But I have to talk to you, so I’ll just drink it today.”
…
She took out the cup she had prepared in advance.
“It’s done.”
The demon king poured it into a cup and handed it to me. Warm steam came up and the cocoa smell was subtle, if not strong.
-Surrup.
…
The taste is almost like water.
“uuu… I’m happy. Put it on.”
She drank this plain water with 2 percent cocoa flavor, savoring it with her face dying of sweetness.
If we go to Earth together, let’s buy cocoa until the devil gets tired of eating.
*
The high ceiling of the Demon King’s Castle was the only downside that it was difficult to clean all year round, but today it finally has an advantage.
“How is it? Will it be fun?”
“Is it plausible?”
The demon king made a sledding rink himself. However, the shape and height were more usable than I thought. It’s about as long as six slides that I used to ride when I was little.
“By the way, what about the sled?”
“This is it.”
The demon king took out a bag of rice that looked like a mat.
“How is it?”
“It sucks.”
“Ah, it’s because you didn’t ride! How fun. I mean, I made it after looking at the catalog of the ski resort and thinking about it. Once you get on it, you will change your mind. Huh?”
“Okay.”
And I went up to the top of the sledding rink with the demon king. It was a bit taller than I thought.
“Come on, get on.”
“Doesn’t this grind all the butt?”
Rice bags… No, I’m contemplating starting after I’ve got my hips up on the Mawang-pyo sled and I’m hesitant.
– Pot.
The demon king pushed his back.
-Shoo woo woo woo!
It came all the way down.
-Shoo woo woo woo!
The Demon King also followed.
“Kee hee hee. How is it? How do you feel?”
“…”
“…”
“…Do you want one more ride?”
“Look at that! What did I say!”
Why is this interesting? The rice bags must have been made to double as sleds. Not kidding, the speed and riding comfort were better than normal sleds.
As she tries to walk upstairs again carrying her rice bag, she grabs her by the shoulder.
“Whoops. The demon sledding rink will automatically return!”
“What do you mean?”
As the demon king used his magic, a round gate opened right next to him. And also to the top that came down a little while ago.
“You don’t have to walk up. This portal is connected to the top, so you can go in and come down again.”
As expected! The downside of the ski resort is that going up is repeated for the thrill of coming down. In fact, it is said that 60% of the time spent at the ski resort is also the time spent going up. Undoubtedly, this portal is the best Rift.
“You can only keep coming down? Nice this.”
“Gorum, Gorum, now you know how good my sledding slope is, right?”
On this day, the sledding rink in the castle of the devil, which she used alone, has regular members who will come next year and the year after me.
*
There are many things she wants to do. It’s so sad that Christmas is only one day.
The next schedule is to make an igloo.
‘… How to make an igloo, not a snowman.’
It would be very tiring to have a nephew like the devil. She was a woman who could say hundreds of things she wanted to do in this empty place, with only a few books and her own rich imagination. To be honest, it was more comfortable for kids these days who play on their stomach all day long with just one smartphone in their hand.
‘…But I still have to make them.’
Surprisingly, I have made an igloo before.
…
– Dongha.
– Private First Class Baek Dong-ha.
-Hyung, please make an igloo for me.
-… You misunderstood.
…
Crazy bastard…
What kind of idiots were there back then? I cursed Sergeant Ko, but now that I think about it, it was an experience that eventually became blood and flesh.
-JuseomJuseom
I made a cube of ice by collecting snow. If you make several of these and stack them one by one, it becomes an igloo.
“Now, like this…”
“What are you doing? Come in quickly.”
When I was about to complete an ice block, I looked back and saw that the demon king had already completed the magnificent igloo. The demon king, who was watching the ice block in my hand, clasped his palms together.
“What! Isn’t that the pillow you made for me?”
“… Uh. That’s right.”
The demon king smiled broadly at an ice pillow and took what was in his hand.
*
It was warm inside the igloo. Even more so because the demon king even lit a fire in the center. I don’t know why igloos don’t melt.
I also brought a blanket and pillow from the room. I decided to sleep here today. Santa might be shy, so she says that she makes an igloo every year to sleep.
A blanket is laid on the floor of the snow, and the demon king’s magic is applied to the fire. The snow is just a soft cotton blanket, not cold at all, but cozy.
The Demon King said that there were still many things he wanted to do. When I asked what was left, he wrote a ridiculously long list on a scroll and tried to send it, just like on the last trip. I didn’t have time to do all of that.
“Choose one from 1 to 121. I will do with it.”
“Greedy. Wrote a lot Number 62.”
“No. 62… No. 62… Tells a funny story in an igloo.”
As expected, it’s an interesting story she tells. I wanted to hear a little bit.
“My, I know a really interesting story.”
She stuttered her words. I want to tell you the story in my head, like a person who is impatient.
“Then would you like to talk first?”
“Yes!”
She was tight. And, using her face and hands, she talked very hard.
Actually, none of the stories came into my head. If you mix the words you hear in between, it’s a story that mixes cowboys, cacti, arm wrestling, and whales with islands on their backs. I don’t think you’ll understand it anyway.
-Beep beep
Still, the reason I enjoyed it was because of her explanation, which is cute like a baby chick. She makes the shape of a pistol with her hands, and makes the scary face of an evil criminal. Her actions of trying to do her best in everything make people laugh. Probably because she has an innocence left in her that is hard to find in people these days.
“That’s why the robot captain fired!”
“Uh. It will hurt.”
“The Moonlight Cowboy said as he put his noose on the cactus.”
“Oh, that’s exciting.”
“Are you not listening to me?”
“Oh, I didn’t know there would be such a twist.”
Ah.
She focused only on her dynamically changing expression and missed the story of the demon king. In the first place, I wasn’t interested in why Cowboy and Robot Captain broke Dai-Dai.
“Oh, no. I heard.”
“Oh, is it? So how did the robot captain evade the sheriffs?”
It became a reading quiz without any notice.
“Did you sue for excessive suppression?”
“Wrong! You didn’t hear either. Raise your hand.”
– Chuck!
Right off her tail, she was punished. In this case, a quick poet is the best.
“Why, why won’t you listen to me?! Not funny?”
“…Sorry, your face is so cute… I couldn’t concentrate.”
“Hands down.”
“?”
*
The lower level of the tower.
…
-Dagdak, Dagdak
The sound of strong hooves.
A black wagon carrying munitions is running.
Towards the top of the Demon King’s Castle.