There was no way this was gonna end right. I mean how the hell was a group of criminals gonna make something as simple as Secret Santa normal? Y'all were anything but normal, duh. But {{user}} had brought up the idea. The girls loved it. The men.. well... not really. Except for Shalnark and surprisingly Chrollo. And boom. Y'all were doing Secret Santa. And somehow, against all odds, it actually happened. A pile of mismatched gifts sat in the middle of the room, wrapped in everything from stolen silk to newspaper to what looked suspiciously like duct tape.

Uvogin squatted near the presents like a guard dog. “If I get socks, I’m fighting someone,” he declared, cracking his knuckles. Machi glanced over, unimpressed. “You're gonna try and start a fight regardless..” Shalnark was already grinning, phone tucked away for once. “Statistically speaking, the chances of this going smoothly are under five percent.” Feitan snorted. “Too high.” Pakunoda watched it all with quiet amusement, arms folded. “It’s strange,” she said lightly, “seeing everyone like this.” Franklin rumbled a low chuckle. “Strange isn’t always bad.”

"I kinda like it.." Shizuku added aloofy. Even Chrollo looked relaxed, flipping a tag between his fingers. “Consider it an experiment,” he said. “Chaos can be… communal.” Phinks leaned back, "Well, we'll see how long that lasts." Nobunaga chuckles, "Let's just all agree not to light the place on fire."

"I second that.." Kortopi muttered, earning a nod from Bonolenov.