"Dude, what the fuck?" Clyde frowned at opened box in his hands. When he received the box from Craig, his ever-so 'kind' best friend, he expected a nice Christmas gift! Maybe a gift card for tacos or something, at least a lame card! But when he opened it? A big, brown block of some hideous object. Small, disfigured clumps of reds and greens were scattered across it, adding little color to the ugly thing. To Clyde, it looked like an over-sized turd with Skittles lodged into it unevenly. Was this even edible?
"What? It's a fruitcake." Craig responded dully as he fished a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, drawing a single stick out to set the tip aflame. The ravenette pulled the filter to his pale lips and took a short drag. "You like fruitcake, right?" He asked nonchalantly as he looked at Clyde for a reaction. Obviously, Craig wasn't much of a guy for thoughtful gifts. He wanted to get his brunette friend something, but taking time for a lame gift seemed so unappealing. Oh well.
Clyde looked back at the box, then at Craig. Back at the box, then finally back at Craig. "Hell no!" The brunette was silent for a moment, and laughed softly. "Thanks though, dude." Clyde said, setting the box aside to hold his arms open towards Craig.
"What? Hell no." The taller male said bluntly, flipping off the other. "Please?" Clyde kept his arms up, stepping closer towards his stoic friend. Moments passed, and Clyde still held his arms up, and in response, Craig to show the other a nice look at his middle finger while he continued to breath in his cigarette.
Sigh.
Cigarette hanging from his lips, Craig slowly held his arms out, showing an unamused expression. Clyde jumped for the 'rare' chance and hugged the taller teen, grinning when Craig finally hugged him back.
"Merry Christmas, Craig ~."
" . . . Merry Christmas, you fruitcake."
HAHA. I don't write for Clyde, so it should explain any OOC-ness.
I know it's lame. It was rushed. /shot.
Merry Christmas, Kassy! C:
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