Title : The Gift of the Magi
Description : Sometimes, it really IS the thought that counts.
Pairings : Naruto/Hinata, light Sasuke/Sakura, Kiba/Ino
Category : Romance
Notes : I love Christmas.
You would think being an international war hero would mean certain…monetary advantages.
Naruto sighs as he shuffles through the chilly streets of Konoha, dejected because he is, to use the layman's phrase, completely broke.
And at Christmas, and with so many, many friends to buy gifts for, being broke is one of the worst things you can be.
Granted, he isn't alone; most of the money in Konoha is going straight to rebuilding, after Pein's attack months before, and of course to the hospital, which still needs some major reconstruction. Not to mention, all the wounded shinobi and kunoichi, home from the war, from Konoha and from many of the neighboring villages, still require medical care. Without a second thought, Naruto, like many of the other shinobi and kunoichi on the pay roster, has given up a lot of his mission pay to help out any way he can. Times are financially tight in Konoha.
Unless, of course, you are an Uchiha, like his frustrating best friend, who despite giving a substantial amount of money to the Hokage for renovation and restoration efforts around the village, still is, to use the layman's phrase, completely loaded. Sasuke is the sole inheritor to the vast Uchiha Clan fortune, and even after several years of defection, is still one of the richest people in Konoha.
Naruto happens to be very close to another rich person in Konoha. Very, very close.
Hyuuga Hinata is, for all points and purposes, his girlfriend. In everything but name, because Naruto is still not entirely sure how to go about making things official with the daughter of one of Konoha's most powerful, eminent Clans. It isn't the same as dating a civilian girl, or even a kunoichi with civilian parents; to Naruto's knowledge, all Sasuke had done to get Sakura was shove a flower in her face and tell her to be ready at eight o'clock.
Naruto pictures doing the same thing to Hinata-chan. Just as vividly, he pictures the bruises her father and cousin would leave on him, and shivers in a way that had nothing to do with the early winter wind.
Dating a Hyuuga means following certain rules, and Naruto knows he hasn't been given a rule book. He is expected to figure things out on his own, but one mistake and Hiashi will withhold his blessing to be with Hinata forever.
He will need to buy something really special for her. Not only does she deserve nice things, but he wants her to know that he is serious about her. That this isn't just some fun, aftermath-of-a-really-awful-war fling. (Naruto has learned quickly that a lot of babies were conceived immediately after a war. Tenten is already starting to show.)
No, he wants the whole enchilada from Hinata, and he has to make sure her family knew that, too.
He resolves to get her the best Christmas present ever. And when Naruto makes promises, he sees that they are kept. But this time, maybe he is in a little over his head.
He has almost no money, and it is only two days until Christmas. How is he supposed to find something impressive enough for an heiress of the Hyuuga Clan with those two facts working against him?
Sasuke, at Ichiraku that night, tucking into a boring meal of rice and stewed tomatoes, is less than helpful.
"I don't care, dobe," he mutters without even looking up. It's too cold for the sleeveless shirt, thin training pants and armguards he's wearing, and Naruto knows Sakura-chan will yell at him if she sees him so underdressed.
"What d'you mean, you don't care?" Naruto snaps. "This is serious! You're supposed to be my best friend! I'd help you with Sakura-chan's present if you asked me to!"
"I don't need your help," Sasuke replies smoothly, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I already got it."
Naruto is furious that not only does Sasuke not seem to have any problem hunting for a gift for his girlfriend, but he's beaten Naruto to the punch as well. Glaring at his terrible best friend, he finds that in his stress, he isn't even hungry enough for ramen.
"Look, man, you're from a rich snooty clan and so is Hinata-chan, so you've gotta know some insider trade secrets! Spill 'em! I'm desperate here!"
"The Hyuuga Clan is nothing like the Uchiha Clan," Sasuke snaps haughtily. His blind pride in his family has diminished somewhat over the years, but Naruto knows he shouldn't push it too far. Sasuke is still an arrogant asshole with no signs of changing.
"You know what I mean! Hinata-chan's not like ordinary girls, she's not like Sakura-chan…"
"Nothing about Sakura is ordinary." Sasuke's voice is a bit defensive, and Naruto realizes how badly that came out.
"That's not what I mean!" he says hastily, waving his hands. "Sakura-chan's the best, believe it! I just meant that her parents are civilians, so there's not a million hoops you have to jump through just to impress her family. Have you seen the way Hiashi-sama looks at me? There's no way he'll let me date Hinata-chan for real unless I pull something huge off for her, and I only have two days and I'm broke! What am I supposed to do?"
"This is your problem, not mine," Sasuke replies smugly. "Just think of all the money you've blown on ramen at this place."
Naruto groans, smacking his forehead. His best friend is a big giant jerk, but he has a point; Naruto doesn't want to think about how much of his hard-earned money had gone to bowls and bowls of ramen this past year alone, meals he'd eaten so quickly he almost couldn't even taste the noodles as he swallowed them. The sum would no doubt be staggering, and more than enough to buy Hinata-chan a present so awesome, it would impress even Hiashi-sama.
Sasuke finishes his dinner and pushed the empty plate towards Teuchi, who along with Ayame, is clearly listening in.
"Sometimes, Naruto," Ayame says shyly, "it's not necessarily how much money you spend. It's all about the gesture."
"The gesture?" Naruto asks, while Sasuke scoffs condescendingly beside him. "What do you mean, the gesture?"
"She means that sometimes," Teuchi clarifies for his daughter, "women appreciate the thought behind a gift more than the gift itself."
"So what are you saying?" Naruto feels dumb as he asks it, and Sasuke's chuckling at this point, so amused by his best friend's romantic ineptitude that it's manifesting itself in something frighteningly similar to a laugh. At first Naruto thinks it isn't helping anything, but then he realizes that all Sasuke's smug condescencion is doing is motivating him to find the answer.
Just like always, Naruto realizes he's turning this into a contest.
"Why don't you do something nice for Hinata-chan?" Ayame suggests. "I'm sure she would appreciate a nice gesture more than some showy present."
Naruto thinks on that for a minute, then grins widely, because he gets it. It's about a gesture. Ayame-chan's right. And Naruto wants to prove to Hinata-chan that she's his number one, more important than anything else in his life.
And that, he realizes wistfully, includes ramen.
Naruto thinks about the fancy, expensive jade chopsticks sitting on a shelf at home, collecting dust, and knows exactly where he's going to get the money to buy Hinata-chan the present of her life.
"So I w-w-was thinking," Hinata says awkwardly, "that m-maybe…I would m-make something for N-Naruto-kun this Ch-Christmas."
"But…you're loaded," Ino remarks, confused. "Why make him something when you have more than enough money to go buy him something?"
"I think it's sweet!" Sakura protests. "The gesture is always more important than the gift itself!"
Ino flashes the diamond bracelet Kiba bought for her birthday, and smirks in response.
Three young kunoichi are three young girls on their days off, and they walk together through the market, chatting about everything and nothing. Hinata loves being a kunoichi, but she also loves coming home and putting that part of her life behind her for awhile, and sitting with her girlfriends while they wax poetic about the world.
"Seriously," Ino says. "Why go through all the effort of making something, when you can just as easily buy him the greatest present he ever got? Times are tight right now, you should see what Forehead and I are going through with boyfriends to shop for, and here you're sitting on a gold mine and you won't even tap into it?"
"That's j-just it!" Hinata defends herself. She pulls the scarf tighter around her neck to fight against the chilly December wind. It's colder in Konoha this winter than usual. "N-Naruto-kun doesn't h-have a lot of m-m-money right n-now."
"Oh, I get it," Sakura chimes in, comprehension in her bright green eyes. "You don't wanna show him up by buying him some big grandiose present that's so much better than whatever he gets for you. It'd make him uncomfortable."
Hinata nods. That's exactly it. She doesn't want to rely on her clan's money, nor does she want it to intimidate Naruto, who like the majority of their friends is pretty strapped for cash right now, in the rebuilding phase of post-war Konoha. Money isn't nearly as important to her as knowing he cares, so if Naruto gives her nothing for Christmas except a loving look, that's all she could ever dream to ask for.
She wants him to have something that's special because it wasn't purchased at a fancy store. She wants him to have something significant, that lets him know that she cares about him enough to devote time into it, and thought, something he will use and need and appreciate and enjoy and love, because she made it happen.
"I completely understand," Sakura says dryly. She plays with one of the braids in her hair, longer these days (maybe because the rumors were true, and Sasuke-san does like girls with long hair) and adds, "I'm dating an Uchiha. Sasuke-kun has all the money in the world at his disposal. Do you have any idea how unfair that is, having to buy a gift for someone that loaded, knowing he can afford one for you that'll blow yours out of the water? I haven't taken a paycheck since we came home, I'm working at the hospital for free. But come Christmastime? What's my excuse? 'Oh, thanks for the lovely present, Sasuke-kun. But I didn't get you anything because my money's going to equipment sterilization and new bedpans. Merry Christmas!' It's been a nightmare."
"Personally, I d-don't have anymore extra m-m-money than anyone else," Hinata says. "The Clan's money is the Clan's m-money. So I d-don't want to t-t-touch it."
Ino rolls her eyes, and Sakura smiles supportively. Feeling a bit more confident in her idea, she asks, "Y-You know th-those pretty j-j-jade ramen chopsticks h-he almost n-never uses?"
"Yeah," Sakura replies. "He got 'em as a gift from the daimyo after one of his missions a few years back. They're his most prized possession, but he says he won't use them unless he has something equally nice to carry them around in."
"Well," Hinata says with a shy smile, "I th-think I might b-be able t-to g-give him th-that."
She leads her friends down a side street, to a little out-of-the-way stand that sells fine fabrics and yarn. Sakura and Ino are curious, and their reactions are similar, when they see the swath of fabric Hinata's pointing to.
It's bright, lurid orange silk.
"I w-want to s-s-sew him a r-ramen chopstick h-holder," she says, blushing furiously as she reveals her idea.
"It's perfect!" Sakura exclaims, laughing. "Well, actually, it's the ugliest color in the world, but for Naruto? Hinata-chan he'll love it!"
"What about the price tag, though?" Ino wonders. "That's got to be more than you can afford if you're not gonna tap into the Hyuuga fortune."
Sakura looks disappointed when she sees how much the fabric costs, but Hinata's already considered that.
"To b-be able to afford it, I w-would have to s-sell something equally as v-v-valuable," she says. "Something p-personal, so N-Naruto-kun would know I s-sacrificed s-s-something for h-him."
"If that's true love," Ino mutters, "going without? Then I want no part of it."
"Quiet, Pig!" Sakura hisses. "Okay, Hinata-chan, what are you thinking of selling, then?"
Hinata smiles softly, and points to her long, long mane of black, shiny hair.
"If the daimyo ever finds out you used the jade chopsticks he gave you to make a haircomb for your girlfriend," Sasuke remarks dryly, "he might excommunicate you."
"Don't sound too worried, Teme! I might think you actually care!"
But Naruto's in too good a mood to really let Sasuke bother him. After a quick trip to one of the artisans in Konoha, who showed him how to do it, he's holding Hinata-chan's perfect gift in his hands: a beautiful jade haircomb made from the chopsticks he so valued. He's almost giddy with excitement. Here it is, the flawless present he was searching for. Equal parts finery and gesture, because jade is so valuable, and the chopsticks used to be his most prized possession. He's sacrificed both so Hinata-chan could have a great Christmas present, and he literally can't wait to give it to her.
It's Christmas Eve now, and he's going to meet Hinata-chan in two hours to exchange gifts. He sits down in his apartment to wrap it, Sasuke reluctantly showing him how, because Naruto almost never gives Christmas presents, and therefore has no idea how to wrap them properly. And no matter how pretty the gift itself is, he needs to have a way to present it that's just as pretty. He finds a nice box, and Sasuke shows him that if you use more than three pieces of tape to wrap it up, you're doing it wrong. Naruto folds the corners carefully, and tapes them up and it maybe isn't the best wrap job in the universe, but it isn't the worst, either.
He writes her name in careful kanji on the paper and stands back to admire his gift.
He's nailed it, he's really nailed it. It feels exhilarating, like when he mastered the Rasengan on the road with Jiraiya, or when he, Sasuke, Sakura-chan, and Kakashi-sensei killed Madara and ended the war, or when he kissed Hinata-chan for the first time. He's given away his most valuable possession so Hinata-chan could have something to pin her lovely hair back with, and every time she wore it, she would be reminded that he, Naruto, the future Hokage, put everything he had into it. She'd have no choice but to think of him! And giving her a present made of jade? That was bound to impress Hiashi-sama enough to let him date Hinata-chan for real!
"This is definitely better than whatever lousy thing you bought for Sakura-chan!" he sneers, delighted with how well this is going to turn out.
"I didn't buy anything for Sakura," Sasuke scoffs, but he still looks smug all the same. "And no. It's not better than what I'm giving her."
Naruto sees Sasuke surreptitiously grip something small in his pocket, presumably whatever he got for his girlfriend and their first Christmas together, but doesn't care enough to ask about it. Whatever it is, (probably stolen, if he didn't buy it) there's no chance it's better than Naruto's present for Hinata-chan. No chance in hell. The bastard's just showboating.
"What time is it, Teme?"
"Hn. Half past six."
The party is at seven o'clock at Training Ground Three; everyone will be there for the Christmas Eve gift exchange, and, Naruto realizes gleefully, all the ramen and sake his stomach can handle. His first real Christmas party, where everyone will be home together and happy and celebrating…
"Then let's go!"
"I can't believe you went through with it!" Ino groans in agony.
"I can't believe you went through with it!" Sakura squeals in obvious delight.
Hinata looks at herself in the mirror, and can't believe she went through with it, either.
Her long black hair has been cut and sold to the wigmaker in Konoha; it now reaches only her chin in the flippy princess cut she wore as a genin, face-framing and very, very short. She misses her long hair already, since it had taken almost three years to grow, but she's also thrilled.
The money she made selling her hair went right to the orange silk fabric, and after sewing all night long, she's made a ramen chopsticks holder for Naruto-kun that he'll have no choice but to be proud of.
The three of them are dressed like civilians for the night, in pretty holiday dresses; Ino wears her hair down, Sakura wears her hair up, and Hinata wears her hair short, and with some expertly-applied makeup and a little holiday confidence, she doesn't feel as hopelessly unattractive as she usually does, when standing beside her infinitely more beautiful girlfriends. Hinata feels pretty, too, and on top of the world, because this present for Naruto-kun is perfect, and this night is going to be perfect as well.
"We're gonna be late," Sakura remarks, glancing at the clock on the wall in Hinata's bedroom. "Party starts at seven, right? We should get going."
She checks her reflection in Hinata's mirror nervously, even though she looks absolutely breathtaking, then slides a small package into the pocket of her little silver coat. Sasuke-san's present. Hinata wonders what it is.
It's very, very cold out, and she wants the big reveal of her new haircut to surprise Naruto-kun, so she hides her hair under a thick woolen cap. Dressed warm and looking pretty, three kunoichi girls leave the Hyuuga Compound for the Christmas Eve party, and Hinata glows, glows beneath her woolen cap, because she's about to give the most important person in the world to her a present as special as he is.
And he will love it.
Everyone's at Training Ground Three when Naruto and Sasuke arrive, except Hinata-chan, Sakura-chan, and Ino.
It's decorated beautifully, with an enormous evergreen tree adorned with holiday ornaments and bright lights in the center. Lanterns are lit overhead, small fires all throughout for warmth Picnic blankets are set up around it on the almost-frozen earth, and it's a crazy night to have a party outdoors, but there's no place in Konoha big enough to hold them all.
There's Neji under one of the trees with Tenten, holding a glass of water, her stomach bigger than usual in a pretty pink dress; Lee is not drinking either in a show of solidarity, which is only a good thing. Kiba's waiting for Ino with Akamaru, Shino quiet and forgettable beside them; Chouji's working through the Christmas ham that no one else has gotten to sample yet, while Shikamaru dozes off beside him like the whole party's too troublesome to even acknowledge. Baachan, Shizune, and Tonton are there, too, Baachan halfway through a bottle of sake while Shizune tries to clean her up; Kakashi-sensei's reading his little book and ignoring whatever stupid challenge Gai-sensei has assigned him, while Sai studiously paints the scene from the far corner. Suigetsu and Karin are arguing loudly while Juugo tries halfheartedly to break it up, and Moegi's trying to trap Konohamaru under a piece of mistletoe long enough to plant a kiss on him, while Udon watches in jealousy. And Kurenai sits on one of the blankets with her baby in her lap.
Naruto's heart expands at the sight of them all, and realizes that this must be what Christmas is all about. Coming together as a big, enormous, loving family, dysfunctional as hell, but together on Christmas.
He can't even breathe around his excitement.
"Where's the girls?" he demands. "I can't wait another minute, I gotta give Hinata-chan her present!"
Sasuke, wearing a jacket now because they all know Sakura will scream at him if he doesn't, mumbles, "Over there."
Naruto looks up, breathless, and sees the girls, the last to arrive, all of them holding presents, dressed for the cold weather, and smiling. His eyes zero in on Hinata-chan, who looks pretty as a present in a green holiday dress, a cap on her head.
She'll have to take that off so she can try on her new Hokage-approved haircomb, he thinks gleefully, sidestepping Sasuke and running across the field. He stops directly in front of his (almost) girlfriend and beams.
"Merry Christmas, Hinata-chan!" he exclaims, dizzy with joy that he has someone to say 'Merry Christmas' to. His fingers tremble around the box he's holding, and she's so, so, so pretty as she replies, breathless, "M-Merry Christmas, N-Naruto-k-kun!"
Naruto speaks loudly on purpose. He wants everyone looking, everyone admiring this moment. This is it: he's about to give Hinata-chan a gift so thoughtful, so generous, so perfect that her father will have no choice but to accept him into the family. Hinata-chan deserves the best, and he's certain, he's certain, that he's accomplished that.
He's a man of his word.
He glimpses Sasuke take Sakura-chan's hand, say something quietly to her, and the two of them disappear behind the trees; nonplussed, he knows he has the attention of everyone else in attendance. Surely someone will break it to his teammates later the story of the great Uzumaki Naruto, and his flawless gift-giving abilities…he should really try and adapt this newfound skill into a jutsu…
"I got you a present!" he declares, shoving the box in front of her nose.
"Oh!" she exclaims, surprised and already delighted, if the blush on her face is any indication. With the light from the holiday lanterns overhead illuminating her face, she looks almost too pretty to be real. "I…I got you one, t-too," she adds shyly, and mitten-covered hands pull a small bag out of her pocket, that she offers to him.
This is it.
Hinata glows as she accepts Naruto's present, but inside, she is full of apprehension.
What if he doesn't like her present? What if he thinks it's lame? What if he laughs at it? She's come a long way, confidence-wise, over the past few years, but she knows she couldn't possibly handle a scenario like that without passing out and ruining everyone's Christmas.
The excitement on his handsome, whiskered face is tangible as his hands claw at the wrapping paper, and she opens her present, too, just for something to do, because she's terrified. Mortified. Everyone's looking at them, with the notable exceptions of Sasuke and Sakura, who have vanished for some reason.
Hinata glances down at what she's holding in her hands, the wrapping paper discarded on the frosty ground, and her eyes widen.
Inside the box is the most beautiful haircomb she's ever seen. It's made of jade, and intricately wound; she wonders if Naruto's made this himself. She's delighted, she's elated with this present, with how special it is, with its beauty, until she realizes, to her horror, that she cannot even use it.
Her hand flies up to her cap-covered hair, newly-shorn, to finance the present she bought for Naruto.
Terrified now, she looks up at him and sees him staring into the box, looking equally as horrified as she feels. He hates it, she thinks in dread, lightheaded already. He hates that stupid present, God, Ino-chan was right! I should've just bought him something huge! Why did I do this? I cut my hair off for this! And now I can't even use this beautiful, wonderful present he got for me, and what's it all FOR?
"It's…it's a chopstick holder," she stammers, tears in her eyes. "For…for your j-j-jade chopsticks."
"Hinata-chan…" Naruto murmurs, transfixed on the present, and Hinata regrets every hour she spent tediously sewing that stupid, expensive fabric together. What a stupid idea. What a stupid waste of time! "It's…it's so, so awesome…did you make this?"
"Y-Yes," she manages timidly. He's saying it's awesome? Then why does he look so upset? "Do…you l-like it?"
"It's the best present anyone's ever gotten for me," he tells her, and his eyes meet hers, and there's sincerity there. Naruto doesn't lie. He really does like it. But why is he acting so strange, then? "But…Hinata-chan…"
She's more aware than ever of the audience gathered around them, and can't bear to lift her eyes to any of them. It's the most painfully awkward situation she's ever been in, and on Christmas Eve, no less. She wants to run away from the awkwardness, take Naruto's beautiful haircomb and find some place to hide for years, until her hair grows back and she can wear it. She wishes Sakura-chan were there, Sakura-chan who's always so good at diffusing the tension in times like these, who always knows what to say…
"I don't…have those chopsticks anymore," Naruto finishes, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He chuckles, but it's nervous.
"You…don't?" she echoes. "Oh. Well, th-that's okay…"
"No, it's not," he groans. "See, times are tight for me right now, but I still wanted to get you a really, really awesome gift for Christmas since you deserve it…and all I had around my apartment that's worth anything are those jade chopsticks from the daimyo. So I…" He sighs, and points to the haircomb she's holding in trembling fingers. "I traded it in for that. Had the artisan use the jade to make a haircomb for you."
Hinata's eyes widen as she realizes what this means.
Naruto sold his most valuable possession, transformed it into a pretty gift for her. And it's one that she can't even use right now, with her hair too short to pin back. In the meantime, she cut off her hair to sell for the material to make him a holder for his chopsticks, which he can't use right now.
Bizarrely, she starts to laugh.
"H-Hinata-chan?" he asks anxiously, because she's certain she must look demented right now, head thrown back in laughter, when really, this is almost a tragedy. But she can't help it. It's so hilariously ironic, and it warms her heart.
"Then it l-looks like b-both of us are i-i-idiots," she giggles, and she reaches up, takes hold of the wool cap on her head, and pulls it off. Short black hair tumbles down to her chin, and everyone watching them gasps. "I…I wanted to give you s-something s-special for Christmas, N-Naruto-kun. But I w-wanted to use m-my own m-money, s-s-same as you. So I…sold my h-hair."
She laughs harder now, because he finally gets it.
Each of them gave up their most valuable item to buy a gift for the other; and subsequently, they bought things that were entirely useless after the fact. She'd cut off her hair, only to receive a jade haircomb from Naruto, made from the chopsticks he'd traded in, without which, her orange, finely-crafted chopsticks holder was completely useless.
Naruto's eyes widen in understanding, and then he's laughing, too.
Soon, everyone joins in, because it's ironic, and it's beautiful, and it's funny, and it's awful, and it's a Christmas miracle.
Because Hinata has gotten exactly what she wanted for Christmas: proof, that Uzumaki Naruto, her almost-boyfriend, is equally as devoted to her as she is to him. She doesn't need a present, not when he's proven it with his actions, with his sacrifice, with the good intent that was all exclusively for her.
She's gotten confirmation for Christmas, and it's all she could ever want.
She ignores the fact that everyone's still watching them, amused and full of Christmas spirit, and she gives Naruto a present he'll have no choice but to return:
A kiss, right on the lips, under the soft warm lantern light just as the clock strikes twelve.
Naruto thinks he's never loved anything as much as he loves this orange chopsticks holder. It's got love in every stitch. It's his favorite color, and he's gonna keep it forever. Until he does another dangerous mission for another fabulously wealthy daimyo, and gets another pair of chopsticks he can hold inside it. Hinata-chan hugs the haircomb to her chest, and soon enough, her hair will be long enough to wear it.
In the meantime, she looks cute as a button with her princess cut, and he loves her even more for what she's done for him.
She kisses him, and he sees stars, and he's vaguely aware that Neji, who typically forbids any romantic touching of his cousin, is strangely silent. Maybe this is tacit approval? Maybe Neji's giving them his blessing, and he's one step closer to winning the approval of the Hyuuga Clan?
Maybe, Hinata-chan's his actual girlfriend now.
And that's the best Christmas present of all.
Two people emerge from the trees, and Naruto dazedly registers the presence of his teammates. Sasuke is smirking, widely, his arm draped loosely around Sakura-chan's shoulders. She's fiercely blushing, and Naruto catches the glint of something shiny reflected off her finger. More specifically, the fourth finger of her left hand.
Shock turns to outrage, and he shouts, "YOU JUST HAD TO ONE-UP ME, DIDN'T YOU, TEME?!"
note.. Well, hello there! I thought I'd try a little Naru/Hina-centric ficlet on for size. Did you enjoy? Is your heart sufficiently warmed? Or did I totally miss the mark? Let me know!
Also: big ups to anyone who can spot the Spongebob reference in here that I am entirely too immature to have included. (Old Spongebob? Fucking hilarious. New Spongebob? Really, really creepy. Unsettling, even. Agree/Disagree?) Get at me, readers, you know me by now :) And thank you, thank you, thank you for your support!
xoxo Daisy 3