"So are you going to open it, or just stare at it all day?"
I looked up from the present in front of me to stare flatly at the blonde across the room in the lounge chair. "Do I have to?"
It wasn't like I didn't know what it was already, either.
Lisa just nodded, a wide grin on her face and no attempt to hide the obvious schadenfreude she felt. "Of course. It's only proper for a gang leader to show interest and accept her subordinates' gifts."
Aya snickered quietly from her place between James and Amy, but not quietly enough for me not to hear it. Sayaka frowned at her sister, who immediately fell silent, and I gave Saya a thankful look in turn, the feelings of happiness and loyalty and, and devotion swelling inside her and making me swallow.
Right. I needed to do something about that. Soon.
"Not to be a killjoy or anything, but can we just get this over with? Aunt Sarah has this thing about family Christmas dinners, and Carol and Vicky'll throw a fit if I'm not there," Amy commented, the green sprout between her hands she'd gotten from the twins flickering as it rapidly grew and regressed, almost looking like it was spelling out words every time it neared maturity. "Not that that really matters, but I do still have to live with Carol."
"Yeah, Taylor, why don't you open it?" Lisa added, her grin not having slipped in the slightest. If anything, it had grown.
I sighed and reached out to open the small wrapped object from Joo-Lee, not reacting at the slightest at what was revealed.
"Oh look. Another knife. Oh boy."
It was a beautifully-made, black balisong, but still.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Well what did you expect when your first cape name is 'Switchblade', huh?"
"I never chose that!" I countered.
"I thought you liked knives, though, Taylor?" Lisa said accusingly, her smile suddenly gone.
"I-I do!" I defended. And I did. It was just… "But when all you get are knives. Or things related to them… N-not that I don't appreciate your gifts, guys!"
Lisa's lips twitched, as though she were trying to—
"Hey!"
She started laughing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You make it so easy, though."
This time, both the twins wore matching expressions of disapproval as I rolled my eyes at Lisa's antics, also checking the clock on the far wall. It was already past noon.
"Why don't we just end it here. I'm pretty sure everybody has places to be," I said, nodding at Amy, who smiled at me thankfully as she immediately stood up and started gathering her gifts together.
Everybody else moved a little slower, not in as much a rush, James leaving next with a quiet "Thanks, Taylor," and then the twins, who seemed to hover around indecisively, as though waiting for something —Saya, in particular— but eventually leaving after ten or so minutes as I finished stuffing the last remnants of wrapping paper into the trash-bin in the kitchen.
When I looked up, Lisa was holding out my jacket for me. "You're going to have to do something about that sooner or later, you know."
I didn't rise to her bait and just took the jacket to put on. "You're still coming over for dinner, right? 'Cause Dad's cooking as though you are." She nodded. "Alright, but first I—"
"Want to swing by Mercy Hospital and check on Marissa and then go—" I glared at her, red lines flashing across my vision. "Right, shutting up."
She knew I hated it when she did that.
I went to the front door to lace my boots up, Lisa doing the same with her shoes before we finally left the flat to venture out into the cold, me locking the door behind us.
When I turned back around, it was to the sight of a rosy-cheeked Lisa, breathing out in puffs beneath her purple beanie and matching jacket as she stood on the stairs down to the street. She only started speaking again once we were down to the ground and walking on the sidewalk.
"Anyways, look at the bright side: at least you don't have to write thank you-cards for most of that stuff."
"…You were holding onto that, weren't you?"
"Maaaybe."
A/N: Merry Christmas, you guys. I'll be back to this soon, been working on other non-fanfic stuff lately that's been taking up a lot of my time.