It’s Christmas. Not his favorite time of year. Especially since this year, Toki is forcing all of them to buy gifts for each other, despite their defiance.

He brought you along with him. Maybe a second brain could help his empty mind think of any shitty gift to get. You left him alone to go get some pretzels. When you come back to where you left him, you snort at the sight.

“urgghhhh……”

He’s awkwardly standing there with an uncomfortable glare by a clothing rack. Some little girl is standing on her tippy toes, tugging and playing with his long hair. She’s raving about how “pretty” it is. His face contorts further into a pathetic grimace with every passing second.

“what the fuck…”