she'd had a legitimate present at first. she really did--but following a certain /incident/ (even now, the memory of SOP-II yelling CHRISTMAS KISS sends a shiver down her spine), AR-15 has changed her mind. completely. the new accessory she'd found for an assault rifle will be stashed away in her closet for her own future use, and she makes a quick trip to the star trail before tossing (unwrapped) a package of meat labelled 'CROCODILE JERKY' at her housemate. "merry christmas," she deadpans.
“ehHHHhHHHH, PICKLES??!!!” sop ii says, surprised at the gift. but, she lets out a good natured laugh, because this is definitely not pickles. perhaps it’s a relative, but she is very sure pickles had disappeared in a wisp of smoke, not made into jerky. so, she picks out a piece and stuffs it in her mouth (as a power move).
“want one, ar-15?”
