hot chocolate and thrift shopping

december 24 - as the clock strikes twelve

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

*͛ ͙͛ ⁑͛⋆͛*

the boys are lounging around in their pyjamas, the empty plate that had previously held the cookies they had made sat on dream's desk, six empty glasses that had before held milk scattered around it. the only light on was his bedside lamp for 'atmosphere' as karl had described, and only a little light pours in the window from the street lamps outside.

stay another day by east 17 is playing quietly from dream's alexa - a song none of the other boys had ever heard before, but karl had requested they put it on, claiming it's a 'christmas must'.

foolish sits, surprisingly comfortably, on dream's bedroom floor, the blond in question beside him. punz is sat up on dream's desk chair, and the other three remaining boys are all squeezed into the bed together- karl at the foot whilst the couple sit at the top, george tucked comfortably under sapnap's arm.

"can i give mine out first?" karl asks the group, picking up his bag of gifts from the floor beside the bed, "since i think i'm the only person who got something for everyone?"

"wait what," punz says, his eyebrows furrowing together as he frowns. "you should've told me you were getting me something," he says, clearly feeling guilty for not getting something in return for the brunette.

karl waves a hand dismissively, smiling to himself. "don't worry, yours is a gag gift," he tells the blond, "it didn't even cost me anything."

"still," punz shrugs, "it's the thought that counts."

"oh shut up," karl shushes the blond, obviously unbothered, "i don't want anything anyway," he assures. "okay!" he chirps before punz can protest, reaching into his gift bag and pulling out two little envelopes. "here you are," karl smiles, passing them across the bed to george and sapnap.

they're plain white envelopes, besides their names being scribbled into the front, accompanied by a small snowman doodle.

both boys start to undo them, and karl watches with a smile. he says, "they're just small," but neither boys seem to really pay attention as they pull out their gifts.

sapnap grins. "that's so cute," he compliments, immediately sliding the red, orange and yellow bracelet onto his wrist. little beads with the letters D I L F are threaded into the middle of the jewellery.

george laughs at his.

the general design is identical to sapnap's, but his is three shades of blue, one of which is bordering slightly closer to green, and his reads M I L F.

"i made them," karl tells them, shifting to be sat on his knees as he smiles excitedly at their reactions.

george looks over at sapnap's, eyebrows raising. "why am i the milf?" he asks, shooting karl a playful glare.

the brunette giggles, leaning over onto his legs a little as he raises his hand to cover his mouth.

foolish can tell from his body posture alone that karl is so extremely giddy. it's obvious that he's having an amazing evening.