Present
There was a very loud THUNK outside of the tent of a certain frog-like alien sharpshooter on a chilly winter morning. Giroro looked up, slowly putting down the can of oil resting in his lap and opening the small flap of his tent, "Whatever you want make it quick, I'm b…"
And he stopped.
Because sitting there, on his "stoop" was a present. Small and cutely wrapped with a large red bow. He snorted and was about to turn away, when something caught his eye.
The familiar girly script on the tag…
His cheeks flared as red as possible and he did a double take, checking for certain green-and-star-marked annoyances before grabbing the box and swooping inside.
Once inside the tent, his soldier's instincts died down and he pulled at the small red ribbon. It fell apart neatly in his lap, and he carefully pulled off the lid…
And he smiled. A dopey, Keroro-would-laugh-at-him-for-days-kind of grin, as he set the box down in a corner of the tent and returned to his cleaning.
Because sitting in the box was a brand new can of A-grade machine oil and a bag of cookies shaped in the mark on his helmet. And the four simple words on the inside made his stomach flip and his heart flutter and he sighed once more, quixotically before starting to rub his gun cleaner than ever before.
Merry Christmas
Love, Natsumi