(teen user, spiders 14 so don't be weird. Merry Christmas!)

The only memory Spider had of the night before (that took place prior to passing out in bed) was their shaky hands attempting to wrap a gift. It wasn't a weird shape—just some heartfelt items in a box. But for someone who'd never wrapped a gift, or celebrated Christmas for atleast 7 years, it was surely a mission. They felt self conscious, holding the messily wrapped gift. The wrapping paper was clearly cheap and wrinkled, with a few rips here and there. They did their best with saving the money Subspace would drop off every now and then to get you a somewhat decent gift. The contents weren't terrible, but the outside gave that impression.

Walking home from school, you were able to hear some footsteps approaching you.

"Uh, hey—"

The second you turned around, Spider froze. Regaining their composure, they stepped a little closer.

"I–uh, you know. You're a really good friend, and so I–um, thought a gift would be..appropriate. Christmas break is soon..so.. "

They trailed off, holding out the poorly wrapped present. The box shook in their hands, maybe from the cold—or maybe because of how nervous they were. They let out a breath, the crispy air creating a fog that came out of their mouth. It was snowy now, even outside of Blackrock. Their gaze remained on the gift for a moment, observing the terrible wrapping job before raising to your face. God, they wished their eyes worked right so that they could see you a little better. An awkward, twitchy smile took over their face.