The fact that there would be no religion on Christmas was not exactly one that Yama was objected to. He subscribed to no God and while his family did have alters at the main house for another religion, he wasn’t particularly invested in that one either. He knew the roots of the 25th that made their way into main stream marketing but to him — Christmas was simply a day for friends. Family. And boyfriends. Like Shiro. He was told again and again that Shiro wasn’t getting him any presents, but being the idiot he was he had simply accepted that and kissed over his neck saying that it was fine. He’d slap a bow on Shiro’s ass and that would be his present this year. It wasn’t as if he was going to play the same way Shiro was, he had made it clear that he was going to get him a present though the way he had said it made it pretty defined that the other half of him was going to be doing the shopping. And when he switched back in the shopping mall due to a child sobbing over a toy, and looked down at the bags in his hands he knew he had accomplished that. But those presents were already wrapped, sloppily by himself during one of his switches, and under the tree. He had wanted to get Shiro something more real too, since this was Christmas and well — as much as he got bit over saying it, he loved him. Which was why as he laid in bed sleeping in and his body noticed how there wasn’t a small warmth pressed against it, he stirred a little and cracked his back before pressing his face deeper against the pillow. Kali was with her Girlfriend this year, so he hadn’t to worry about that.
The coffee didn't look right. It wasn't dark and the grounds of the coffee simply floated to the top. At first Shiro had figured he simply needed to mix it, but that didn't make any difference. After a few short moments of trying to figure out where he went wrong, he finally scoffed. "Fuck it." Leaving the coffee there, he opened up the fridge and pulled out a beer. After fiddling with the bottle cap opener and finally getting the bottle open, he poured the liquid into a clear glass. Shiro made his way back over to their room(oh, how gross it felt to think that) and snuck in quietly. Once he arrived at the side of the bed, he climbed on top of it and put his legs on either side of Yama. Glaring down at him, beer in his hand, he finally spoke. "Wake up, asshole. Breakfast in bed." Shiro bounced on him some to ensure that he was getting up. "I'm bored and I want to open shit." Really, he wanted to see Yama's face when he saw that he did have gifts, but he wasn't about to give that away.
