-FLORIS, ORION-
Christmas Eve was upon them, with cheery christmas lights and wreaths and garlands hanging around the house. It smelled like an evergreen pine forest, for sure: the best christmas smell. The christmas tree sat in the corner as two ferrets played tug of war with a rope, a white cat sitting on top of the blue couch and watching them fight. She turned her head when she heard the clang of forks and knives against the table, her attention now focused on the three who sat at the dinner table.
Two had shockingly white hair and pale skin, both wearing glasses. The only things that seemed to differentiate them were that one was taller, her hair reaching down to her hips, and she wore a santa suit. The other was much shorter, hair kept in a frizzy ponytail, dressed in a long-sleeved, black T-shirt with a dragon design that shimmered in the light and a long, blue skirt. The last person at the table had dark hair and wore a red sweater and jeans, hair kept in a neat bun.
"So, Kevin," asked the tallest person, "how is everything going this year?"
The shortest shrugged and replied, "Eh, it's alright. Bit better than last year, but that's probably because I didn't have to fight a wendigo this time. Or do the Kogasa Christmas Special."
"That was pretty awful when they made you do that," said the dark haired person, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. "It was cold as hell outside and they expect you to wear a dress? I'm a woman and I wouldn't even go out in a dress in freezing weather!"
"Saria, you hardly go out in dresses anyway, honey."
Saria shot a look towards the white hair, who picked up a cup of tea and sipped. "Yeah, but back me up here, Vivian! Repeat after me: Nobody should go out in a dress in below freezing weather!"
"Oh, maybe if they wore warm pants underneath... or maybe nice leg warmers... Oooh, that reminds me, I need to get a few more-"
"Vivi, come on!"
Kevin watched as his mother shook his other mother's shoulders in an attempt to get her attention and giggled when Vivian gently pushed her loved one away before booping her on the nose. It was nice being home with them. The food was always great, there were tons of presents even if it was just the three of them, and it was just really relaxing, compared to having christmas alone in his own apartment after filming the christmas special. He may have enjoyed entertaining children and showing good morals, but the pressure... God, the pressure.
As the two playfully faught, Kevin picked up his fork and took a bite of baked chicken before he felt something fuzzy rubbing against his cheek. He didn't need to turn around to know it was Winter, the family cat, awaiting the offering of holiday food. He took a piece of chicken and handed to her and watched as she gobbled it up. She gave a dainty mew of thanks before licking his cheek, hopping onto his lap, and purring like a monster truck on sunday. His hand reached out to pat her head, to feel that soft, plush fur. This cat was a walking cloud. A walking cloud that has thunderous purrs when you pet her.
Vivian turned her attention back to her son and asked after taking another sip of tea, "Did you take the time to go out and play in the snow? Did it even snow in Melodia?"
"I wish," he said with a frown, scritching behind Winter's ears. "It's been rain, rain, rain all this week. Put a damper on everyone's moods, and it wasn't really ideal to film anything out in the rain. Especially when everybody's makeup would just run off!"
"Good thing it's snowing here, then!" Saria said, winking as her lips formed a grin. "We're gonna build a snowman!"
"A snow robot, if you will," Vivian corrected her wife. "Have to put your sculpting experience to good use, after all. Besides, wouldn't it be fun making something like that?"
"Viv, I don't think there's enough snow to make a Snow Gundam."
"I didn't mean a gundam, sweetie. Just a regular ol' robot."
"How about a snow robot with a cat piloting it?" asked Kevin.
Saria grinned. "Oh, we can do that, definitely! This is going to be the greatest snowman ever, trust me on this!" She paused for a moment, glancing at her son's plate. He had barely eaten any chicken at all. Or the rice, even. Heck, his other mother ate a lot more than he did! She tilted her head to the side, and asked with concern, "Kev, dear, is there something bothering you? You usually gobble up the whole plate by now!"
His heart stopped for just a moment. Kevin completely avoided eye contact as he said with a nervous chuckle, "Well, um, you know, not really all that hungry..."
"But you hardly ate anything today! Just a granola bar and a bite of chicken!"
"M-mom, it's nothing, just not feeling it..."
"But-"
Vivian grabbed Saria's shoulder tightly and shook her head for a moment. Saria looked at her wife with shock before making a small whine. Vivian then turned her gaze towards her son and said calmly, "Something happened, didn't it."
Kevin looked his mother in the eye before looking down at the floor, gripping at his skirt, grabbing the attention of the cat on his lap.
"Y-yeah," he said, voice shaky. "We're going to Vegas to film the next season of Nightmare Fighter Kogasa, but..." His hands were as shaky as his voice now, gripping the skirt even tighter. "Th-their new design for her... They made her even skinnier, and told me that if I didn't drop to 110 lbs by the time they start filming... I'd...."
The plates shook as Saria slammed her hand onto the table, looking like a tiger ready to rip someone in half. "They're asking you to become even more underweight than you already are?!" she roared. "It's like they don't realize that while you like crossdressing, you still have the bodily functions of a guy, and being that underweight is bad! Have they ever seen someone with less than 10% body fat before? Do they see the girls who have trouble with anorexia and just ignore that?!?"
"I know, mom," Kevin said, his voice quiet, "but... profits are everything. Appearances are everything. I could afford to lose the job, but... aside from all that, I really... I really like giving kids hope as Kogasa..."
Vivian glared, taking another sip of tea before saying, "As usual, the industry hasn't changed after I left. They expect us to be as pure as the driven snow. Slim, slender. They do nothing to represent the actual diversity of people, nevermind women. Even the headlines in magazines focus on more petty things, like how much weight a celebrity gained or their pregnancy or whatever."
Saria rolled her eyes and grumbled, "Yeah, I remember when they threw a fit when it was obvious you weren't dating Mr. Perfect. 'Ms. Moore Breaks Hearts! Celebrity actress becomes a lesbian!'" She let out a dark chuckle before continuing, "Good fucking riddance; they wouldn't leave us alone about that! Even bigger when they found out you had a child, but it was through in vitro. Ugh, they made a big fuss about everything!"
"You don't intend on leaving the industry though, I assume?" Vivian asked her son. "You dove in headfirst, trying your best to bring hope to children of all types, even after the rediculous requests your manager has given. But this... this may be too much."
Kevin stared at the ground for a little longer before meeting his mother's gaze. "If I can't show to little girls and boys like me, who struggle with loving their own bodies," he said, tears forming in his eyes as he spoke sincerely, "if I don't, when I'm in a position to do so, even if it's a horrible one... who will?"
In an instant, both of his mothers hugged him tight, gentle smiles on their faces.
"If that's what you wish, I can't stop you then, can I?"
"Yeah, we can't stop you if you really wanna go ahead," Saria said. She quickly narrowed her eyes after she let go of her son and growled, "Though I'm gonna get on the phone with your manager and see if I can convince him to see reason. There's no fucking way I'm letting my child become a stick to satisfy some sick fuck's idea of a real woman! And if I can't do that..."
"You're going to shove a boot up someone's arse," finished Vivian with a smirk. "Now, feel free to eat as much as you want. Can't let you go hungry, can we? And then you know what we have to do, right?"
Kevin exchanged glances with Saria before they both broke into a grin.
"Present time?"
"Present time."
"PRESENT TIME."
"Mreow," added Winter before hopping off and licking herself. Daintily, of course.
And so, when the plates were cleared and cleaned, the entire family tore the presents asunder like titans, wrapping paper scattered across the room as no box was spared from their eager curiosity. Their smiles were bright enough to possibly light up an entire street, happy with their ugly christmas sweaters and video games and cosplays. Winter sat and listened to the laughter of a happy family this Christmas Eve, purring up a storm as they got her the best gift of all: a heated bed.
When all the carnage of christmas eve was cleared away, there was only one thing Vivian had to say as she pulled out her phone to show her wife and son a picture.
"Look at this girl! She's happy how she is, just like you should be, Kevvy!"
"She looks really cute. Damn, I wish I could be that cute. What's up with the head towel, though?"
"I dunno what you two are talking about, but I think you guys are missing the most important part.
Dat ass."
"Oh yes, that's a pretty nice butt she has there. Oh my."
"Guys, she's taken! By a lucky Dirk Angelos."
"Lucky? More like the Goddess of Butts smiled upon him! Or maybe she IS the Goddess of Butts."
"She's got a pharmacuetical company, dear. Beautiful and successful!"
"Hey, mom? How'd you find this, anyway?"
"Well, I was looking for information on the other Angelos brother, Pit, but then I started looking elsewhere! Blogs on these Kobbers are really well kept, and I just couldn't help but look at them! Oh, Pit's another actor, and I heard he's getting married to a bird~ Wait, let me see if I can get the link-"
And by the time Christmas rolled around, the Moores had a good time finding things on the internet and sharing their thoughts before heading to bed.
And Kevin?
Well, he certainly went to bed with the biggest weight lifted from his heart.
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