Christmas Eve was a foreign concept to Soul.

He usually worked on Christmas, but there was a Christmas before Christmas? God, this was bound to get confusing. He lounged lazily on the couch, listening…. But not quite listening.

At the mention of gifts, his eyes perked up. “Huh? People seriously give you stuff? And, you don’t even have to give them anything first?” He asked, a grin slowly forming on his face.

Maybe Maka’ll get him a present, she seemed like the type of chick to get her Death Scythe a gift for helping her… but on second thought,

This is also Soul we’re talking about.