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[text] I SWEAR TO GOD SHOCK IF I FIND OUT IT WAS YOU TAPPING ON MY WINDOW, YOU WILL REGRET IT

Left on his doorstep are two boxes, the smaller one contains a Santa cupcake and the larger one is wrapped in snowmen dancing wrapping paper. Inside the wrapped gift is a mystical thing called a bedazzler that promises to make everything shiny. Under the larger box is a card with what could be a snowflake drawn on the front.

“This reminded me of you. I don’t know if you’ll even like it, but it seemed like a Felix thing. Maybe you can add the sparkly stuff to that blasted hammer of yours.

Merry Christmas,

Shock

P.S. I promise I do not have Santa tied up in my closet.”

Felix, of course, went for the larger parcel first, and what started curious burst into an amused laugh. Shock was right, it was something he would definitely enjoy and would possibly dazzle up his whole toolbelt with it. The mention of the hammer in the card however caused a small hit to go for his gut. It was another gentle reminder that it was missing, and it still felt like a harsh reality to think that he would just need to... carry on without it. 

In terms of the smaller package, Felix took one glance into it, before dropping it to the floor and squeaking as he shuffled back. A box of mould and mush filled what must have been something rather delicious and pretty. But, then again, it would also be pretty appropriate that Shock would send him something to scare the living bejezus out of him also. He ever so slowly put the lid back on the smaller box and pushed it as far away from the other parcels as possible. Two-month-old cupcakes have an amazing way of ruining your appetite... 

“Shock, you know I’m a handyman. But, tickle my buns, you know how to catch a fella off-guard with a compliment, don’t ya?”

“My understanding is that this is a compliment, but what is a McDonalds...?”