“Jirachi?”

“Hum?” The Psychic and Steel-Type, his arms completely enveloped by oven mitts, curiously floated out from the kitchen. Cookie sheet in hand, he drifted towards Raja's room-filling form.

Scaly brows half-cocked, Raja gingerly plucked free a steaming serving of gingerbread from the piping hot metal tray. With a smirk she papped the Mareep shaped morsel between her lips and shuddered in delight as it melted away atop her forked tongue. “...Are you sure about this?” she mumbled between mouthfuls.

“Why wouldn't I be?” beamed the Wish Pokemon. Twirling in place, the tassels hanging from his head dress gently jingled.

Reclining back into her own coils the enormous Arbok casually gestured at her corpulent and sassy self as she continued to help herself to the tasty treats. “I meannnnnnnnnn. Let's be real here. I make your job anything but easy.”

“GROWLF!” Roy protested.

“...Pardon me. WE make your job anything but easy.” Happily hissing to herself, Raja pinched a gingerbread Zangoose between her fat fingers.

Bags formed under Jirachi's eyes as he weakly laughed. “You've proven yourself an... unconventional addition to the pantheon tis' true. You're opinionated; Overbearing; O-”

“Overwhelming,” the Arbok cackled as she felt her growing girth bow out the walls of her living room. Their Christmas Tree, tucked against a far wall, violently rattled in place as a purple scaled flood of pudge sent it skittering. “Soooooo... why spend your holidays with us? Aren't we the last ones you'd want to see come this time of year?”

“Well... truth be told...”

“ROWLF!” barked the Growlithe. Tail wig wagging behind him, and the cotton threads of his sweater crackling with embers, Roy leaned into their kitchen's open oven. Shamelessly did the Fire-Type lap up and sample the still boiling batter drizzled along the sheets baking away upon the racks.

Eyes pinched shut, and wrinkled ridges carving themselves into his brow, Jirachi sighed. “Truth be told, I've always gotten on better with mortals than I ever have my fellow Legendaries. Most of them don't celebrate, much less acknowledge, anything that isn't explicitly directed at them. That... and...”

Lips scrunched, Raja's colorful hood fanned out.

Jirachi timidly tapped his mitteny gloves together. “You're my friends.”

Jaw hanging slack, the Arbok's reflexive response to sass and snoot failed her. Her entrancing emerald eyes sheepishly, and silently, swiveled about their sockets as she chewed on her response. “...And you're ours,” she earnestly replied.

Cheeks straining, the Wish Pokemon warmly smiled.

Rubbing at the back of her neck, streaks of crimson coming to crease her face, Raja grumbled at the rare show of sincerity. “...That saiiiiiiiid. Where's our presents?” teased the snake as she returned to form.

“Excuse you! My presence is present enough,” Jirachi haughtily replied.

Snickering to herself, Raja leaned forward and playfully nudged at her self-righteous little shoulder angel. “So you schmoozed your way in here empty-handed? Sure you don't have a wish or two lined up for us?”

“Absolutely not!” sputtered the Psychic and Steel-Type.

Hand cupped against her cheek, Raja continued to cackle. “What about poor wishless Roy? How can you say no to-”

FWOOOOOOOOOOSH

Gouts of flame billowed out from the kitchen as the smoke alarm wailed.

“A face. Like. That,” Raja sharply inhaled.

Brows pulled flat, Jirachi clapped together his mitteny hands. With a puff of smoke a fire extinguisher appeared between his puffy palms. Floating on towards the flames he doused the guilty looking Fire-Type, his clothes alight and snoot caked with burnt batter, in a flood of foam. “Easily,” snarked the Wish Pokemon.

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Adorable Christmas arts of a certain sassy snake that I've been sitting on for about forever!

Come courtesy of  Cappuccino