#magicworm

I don't know if you've noticed the size difference between them but...

That's like 1.3 worlds at best, and that's being generous.

This is my brothers chad worm. His name is Tripp and we decided to take him with for dinner in my overalls pocket.

((Ahhhhh, thank youuuuu~! ^v^))

“Here, a little present for you!”

Warren raised an eyebrow at the small box. “It certainly is ‘little’,” he said, huffing slightly. Bigger than the gifts Warren had managed to get him - a small statuette of a hippo with his late pet/assistant’s name engraved on it along with a box of his favorite tea and some chocolate-dipped fruit. Heck, HE was bigger than the box, even as a worm! Still, despite its size, Warren couldn’t be mad at it. 

Warren hadn’t really gotten a real gift in years, since he was a kid probably. Despite being well-liked enough at Channel 6, whenever they’d have a holiday gift exchange he’d usually only ever get gift cards or something generic like a coffee mug or a desk calendar. And even if it was their first Christmas together, Warren could tell just by looking at him that Ron always gave personalized gifts - always cared enough to do so. 

Blushing ever so slightly, the worm smirked at him. “Let me guess, it’s a holiday tie? Or maybe an ugly Christmas sweater?”

Hypno smirked back at him. “Oh no, you’re not gonna get any hints from me, roomie. You’re just gonna have to open it and see for yourself!” 

“Fair enough.” With little care to where it went, Warren ripped off the wrapping paper, opened the box, and found... nothing. “...Uhh, Hypno? I think you forgot to put the gift in the-”

Warren glanced up, and could only see flowers. Beautiful red roses intertwined with holly and tiny white flowers. A handcrafted bouquet with a touch of sparkle, manifested out of both magic and love. “Tada~” Hypno said quietly, his eyes looking at Warren like he was his whole world, all wrapped up in a tiny package. 

“Tc’ch, you and your flowers,” Warren scoffed as he shook his head, though his now even redder face and wet eyes revealed his true feelings. “...They’re beautiful,” he said finally, smiling softly as he tried to stand up straighter. Getting the hint, Hypno moved the Christmas bouquet to the side and crouched down, the two of them sharing a soft, warm kiss.

“Merry Christmas, honey-hippo...”

“Merry Christmas, love. ...I also mayyyyy have gotten you something from that mystic weapon shop you like so much.”

Warren grinned wickedly, kissing his roomie/best friend/boyfriend again, this time with a lot more passion. “You really do know how to treat a guy on Christmas~”