Merry Christmas (Purple Boxes)
“No, guys, it’s Ethan’s turn, come on!”
Zach sighed dramatically, dropping the present he’d been eagerly shaking. “All right, all right. Won’t open yet.”
“Go on, Ethan,” Magenta urged, pleased to have secured that priority. It seemed that the five purple iridescently wrapped presents under the tree were the only ones left, and it didn’t take Professor Medula to be able to figure out who they were from. So now they sat in a rough circle on the floor of Will and Warren’s festively decorated apartment, wrapping paper scattered everywhere. “Open yours.”
Smiling nervously, Ethan opened said package carefully, making sure not to rip the paper in the slightest, while Zach, who sat beside him, rolled his eyes impatiently, sighing. “Come on, man, hurry up!”
Ethan just shook his head, and carefully opened the plain white box inside, pausing for a moment as he stared in confusion at its contents.
“It’s a home popsicle making kit!” Magenta declared, proudly. “See, you can make any kind of popsicle you want! Even like, jello shooter ones, or something! It’s fun!”
“Oh.” Ethan blinked. “Thank you.”
“All right, Zach, now you can open.” Magenta grinned, practically bouncing.
Zach ripped right into the present, gleeful, then paused, when he uncovered the rest of the package. “Umm... huh?”
“Plastic sheets.” Magenta nodded.
“Plastic sheets,” he repeated, then lowered his voice a little. “Um, Magenta, I ah, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I haven’t wet the bed in at least....”
“No, you idiot,” she crossed her arms as the rest of the room cracked up in laughter. “You can put them on the bed for cleanup. That way, if Ethan, you know, melts in bed it won’t make a mess, and it means you and he can have fun with his new popsicle kit without anyone having to do a lot of laundry!”
There was silence for a moment, then a very pinked faced, very glowing bright neon green, wide eyed Zach cleared his throat, and said awkwardly, “Thank you.”
“Yeah.” Ethan agreed, in much the same slightly awkward tone. “Thanks.”
Warren snorted, but Magenta just threw a box at him, which he caught with remarkable grace. “Open up, Hothead.”
Warren rolled his eyes, but ripped open the box lazily, eyebrows rising dramatically as he removed a very long, very black, very shiny, very dangerous looking bullwhip. “What am I, Indiana Jones?”
Magenta stuck her tongue out at him. “No. You’re potentially kinky.”
“Hn.” He nodded thoughtfully, and cracked the whip experimentally. It snapped very loudly, very painfully sounding.
Will winced.
Warren nodded. “Nice. Thanks, Purple.”
“All right. Will?”
Will looked nervously at the large box in front of him, and slowly, carefully, nervously, removed the paper then lifted the lid. An instant later, he had snapped the lid back down, eyes wide, face very red, and very quickly said,
“ThankyouMagentaverykindofyouneverdosomethinglikethistomeagain!”
Zach snorted. “Man, you must have got a real doozy. What is it?”
“Nothing!” Will said firmly, smiling thinly.
“Oh come on,” Layla craned her neck to look over Magenta’s head at the innocent white cardboard box. “What is it?”
“Nothing!” Will insisted.
“A gift box from Sex Toys ‘r’ Us,” Magenta said, smirking. “Colour coded by size, shape, and fun. Warren? Make sure he actually uses them?”
Warren grinned. “Breaking in new toys is always fun.”
“Warren!” Will squeaked.
“Well.” Magenta nodded, very pleased with herself. “One left! Layla?”
“Right.” Layla opened the very small box, and stared, bewildered into it. “Um....?”
“Mistletoe.” Magenta reached into the box, pulling the sprig of green leaves and white berries out, and dangling it over Layla’s head. “It’s traditional,” she insisted, and pounced.
“Well,” Warren said at last, surveying a very interesting scene. Ethan and Zach were studiously looking away from each other when they thought the other was looking, and sneaking glances when they thought they weren’t, both very pink in the face.
Magenta had Layla pinned to the carpet, and the flower child had actually ceased her flailing and was now wriggling in a way that suggested she didn’t even mind. Will was firmly keeping the lid on the box, except when he’d occasionally lift the lid, just a little, then promptly slam it shut again. Warren had to grin, snapping his new whip again, delighting in the way Will absolutely jumped, and wrapped an arm around the other’s shoulders, grinning.
“Well,” he laughed. “God bless us, every deviant one!”
Go back to Sky High.