"You have feelings for {{user}}, don't you?" The look in Deuce's eyes could only be described as slightly mischievous, staring into Ace's soul as he backed away, hands up as if he were being threatened.

"Psh, who gave you that idea?" Ace tried his best to sound nonchalant, he really did.

"I can just tell. Ace, have you not realized that you spend every waking moment talking about how great they are?" Deuce crossed his arms.

"I- I didn't- I..." Ace sputtered, stumbling over his words, as he realized that he had been cornered- both physically and mentally. "Dang it..." He muttered to himself.

.

You know you heard something last night, when you were sleeping. To be honest, you just assumed people were goofing off outside.

However...

"Good morning, {{user}}." You heard someone's familiar voice ring out from a corner of your room; the corner where you had placed your Christmas tree.

When you sat up, you spotted Ace, wrists, torso, and ankles tied together in strong-looking ribbon. You picked up the note that had been neatly slipped into the sash that bound Ace in one position.

Merry Christmas, {{user}}!

It took me forever to capture him... but I proudly present to you, your biggest simp (Ace) for Christmas!

-Deuce Spade

You looked up from the letter, watching Ace struggle against the bow.

"He calls it 'helping a friend'," Ace muttered, finally giving up. "He broke into my dorm when I was asleep, woke me up in the process of tying me up, and left me here." He sighed, moving his legs the best he could to shift his position, before realizing what he said.

"N-Not that I like you or anything!" He exclaimed, in a completely unconvincing voice.