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[besomeothername]

[Lavi made a list, checked it twice. Though he really didn't care about the naughty or nice part. Why should they be denied the joy of Christmas

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[aaaaaalways]

[Allen is, as usual, curled up in a pile of books, dozing in the library instead of his room.]

[besomeothername]

[Decisions, decisions. Does he wake up the pony or simply let him sleep through Christmas morning?]

[Hmmmmm]

[Well, what if Lavi started with trying to balance Allen's gift on the top of his head. ... It's a bit tricky with that unicorn horn in the way]

[aaaaaalways]

[Mumbles something incoherent, rolling. As if it wasn't tricky enough. Gosh I hope he doesn't wreck any books if he rolls onto them.]

[besomeothername]

[The books are probably sturdy enough to get rolled over even by a short (slightly chubby) pony. But aaaaah, how is he supposed to set this down?]

[Places it on his flank instead]

[besomeothername]

[Lets out a great sigh of relief when he drops the bag. He was going to have back problems before he hit his thirties]

[Rubs at his hands a little, blinking a bit before announcing in quite a confused tone:]

You don't have a chimney.

[besomeothername]

Because I'm trying to be Santa, yeah. I already got the hat and the bag. Julia found me a reindeer and sleigh, too.

[But details, details. He'll be digging in his bag to look for the presents for Allen and Kanda]

[solo_insanity]

I do believe you need applause for actually finding a store which you can rob. Though I do believe a black mask is more preferable to the red hat you are wearing.

[besomeothername]

Storage room, not store.

[Grinning from ear to ear]

But can you hold this for a minute?

[Shoving said giant bag in Tyki's face]

[solo_insanity]

If you insist.

[Takes the bag by reflex really. Whipped from years of living with Road.]

[besomeothername]

[Dives into, half buried as he tries to find Tyki's present among the masses]

I hope you didn't want a serious gift.