"ITS BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMASSSS!" Adama sung throughout the house as she skipped about, her bass tone adding in vibrations into the house.
The teenage Alpha continued to skip about decorating, the only one in the house since her sires were at the office and mother at the restaurant.
She grabbed a fake wreath and tossed it onto the banister, fake pine needles sprouting from the plastic framework as it landed. She took a step back, tilting her head at the sight, before shrugging and moving on. Good enough for her.
Her socked feet padded up the creaky staircase, avoiding the third step, not out of superstition, but because it groaned like a dying whale underfoot.
The attic door loomed ahead, its old wood grain stained with years of neglect. She hooked her fingers under the latch, pulling it down with a rusty squeal, and a puff of dust fluttered out in lazy swirls.
