Sophitz One Shots

Christmas Special (Part 3): The Gift Giving

     It was Christmas.  And like Biana had been excited, Keefe was extremely excited.  If one dared to even say, even more than Biana had been. 

     For example: "GOD REST YE MERRY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! LET NOTHING YOUR PRESENTS DISMAY!!!" Keefe bellowed as soon as he was awake.  He skipped (yes, skipped) along the hallway and kicked open their doors.  "REMEMBER THE KEEFESTER OUR SAVE-EE-OR WAS BORN ON JUNE 18TH!!!  TO SAVE US ALL FROM FOSTER'S POW'R WHEN WE WERE GONE ASTRAY, OH TIDINGS OF COMFORT AND JOY, COMFORT AND JOY!!!  OH-" he never got to finish this as Sophie had just thrown a pillow at him. 

     "SHUT UP!!" she yelled.  "YOUR ALTERATION OF THE LYRICS IS HORRIBLE." And just like that, Sophie went back to sleep, even without her pillow. 

     "You're just jealous, Foster." he accused.  But in mock deject, Keefe sullenly walked back into his room and did God knows what. 

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     Finally, when everybody was up and moving, Keefe sang the song again.  "GOD REST YE MERRY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! LET NOTHING YOUR PRESENTS DISMAY!!!" Keefe belted out. "REMEMBER THE KEEFESTER OUR SAVE-EE-OR WAS BORN ON JUNE 18TH!!! TO SAVE US ALL FROM FOSTER'S POW'R WHEN WE WERE GONE ASTRAY, OH TIDINGS OF COMFORT AND JOY, COMFORT AND JOY!!! OH TIDINGS OF COMFORT AND JOY!!!" he bowed. 

     Everybody else did not even look up from their breakfast as they monotonously clapped.  "Bravo, Keefe." Linh congratulated indifferently.  "Bravo."

     Even Biana seemed extremely tired as she slumped against her plate of scrambled eggs.  The night before, Keefe had forced everybody else into staying awake their entire sleeping time to catch "Cinder Claws."  Of course the lack of sleep had done nothing to him, but it certainly affected other people. 

     However, Keefe was very upset by their lack of enthusiasm.  "Um, hello?  It's Christmas day, people!  Up, up!  It's time to open the presents.  Up, now!" he raised his arms up. 

     "But what about breakfast?" Dex protested.  Tam and Fitz nodded and mumbled something in agreement. 

     "Breakfast is of no more." Keefe replied dismissively.  "Now, up!" he repeated this line several times.  Most of his friends stood up and started to gather around the circle of presents (they couldn't afford a Christmas tree) but some of them lagged behind, continuing the consumption of their breakfast.  In response, Keefe threatened to rip their presents to shreds and toss them in to a fire via Marella's Pyrokinesis. 

     Well, that got them moving. 

     "Okay!" Keefe shouted excitedly.  He took a deep breath.  "Who volunteers to be the one to help me pass out presents?" 

     As expected, nobody raised their hands.  Keefe crossed his arms and muttered something incoherent.  Naturally, he probably would have pressed further, dragging somebody, anybody, to the front.  But he seemed to have realized that would get him nowhere. 

     "Fine then, I guess I'll do it myself." he huffed.  

     "Alright, Keefe!  Do it yourself!" Marella cheered.  Then she turned over to Fitz and muttered, "Yeah, right." 

     Soon, everybody got their respective presents.  "Okay!" Keefe shouted again.  "Who wants to open their presents first?"

     For the first time that morning, somebody actually voluntarily did something.  "I'll go first." Dex raised his hand and flopped it back down, hitting one of his presents with a thud.