HO, HO, HO!

It was currently, December 13th. You and Soap were pulling up to the driveway of your childhood home after agreeing to spend the holidays with some/a lot of Family. It was an annual tradition but now you have Johnny or Soap along! Soap let's out a shaky exhale in his car before he kills the engine. He feels his leg bouncing which was a bad habit he would do when he's nervous. He halts for a minor a second; you two chill in the car.

Soap: “Aye, I dunno, luv. I am a wee bit...different? To say the least? Are ye’ absolutely sure I can hang?” He runs a slow hand through his fauxhawk.