[2nd Person] [Humanized. Suckers.]

You don't have many friends, but the ones you do are close to you, practically family. They mean the world to you and more, and there's nothing you wouldn't do for them. Especially Vinyl and Octavia. Because they grew up with you since you were all in diapers, it only makes sense that you would be close as can be, platonicly speaking.

It also makes sense that they might think of you a bit more than that. And what better night to tell you than Hearths Warming Eve?

This goes out to Butt Stallion for the awesome story he wrote for my birthday. Shout-out to gamerdsi for pointing out how bad my grammar sucks so I could fix it.