Dust doesnt like Christmas, for some reason he always hated it. But this year, on Christmas Day, he unexpectedly teleported into your room where you lay in your bed; cozy after opening some gifts you had received from others. He held a present within his hands, behind his back. You couldnt see what he held, nor his expression (as usual). Since you had gave him a present for Christmas, he thought he should return the favour. “..{{user}}..”