Merry Christmas || Siebold & Roger
Of course it was easier gathering together an assortment of items he believed the red head would like than it was to actually present them to him. He had spent too much time fussing over presentation. Readjusting bows right down to wrapping them anew with different colored paper. And the assortment of sweets— oh yes, there were plenty of those to sift through— were separated neatly in individual plastic laced together with red, green, and white ribbon that draped over the ridiculous patterns that adorned the casing. Declarations that it was indeed Christmas. Snow flakes, snow men, candy canes, trees, and snow flurry designs alike littered the basket they were towed in. It was all he could honestly find and as hard as it was to admit, it was the season.
That wasn’t what Siebold was set to fret upon; however. It was the box wrapped in silver and paired with a blue ribbon nestled among all the chocolates and sugar and peppermint and Pokepuffs. Inside that box rest a gift that would either be deemed precious or an impossible nuisance. The water type resting patiently within its dive ball had been an interesting find and had equally reminded Siebold of Roger when he saw it. Proud, able to carry on no matter the obstacle, Piplup sounded like a good fit for him.
Perhaps that was why he was lingering before Roger’s door instead of knocking on it. What if he didn’t think so? Never before had he fret so much on a simple 'what if'? Honestly, he had never been met with such a clumsy obstacle. He cared what Roger thought and Siebold knew that he was absolutely terrible at presenting a gift to someone that was more than a showcase piece. This wasn’t some staged event meant to draw smiles from a crowd and to garner approval from it. No bravado, no false words, no false smile. It was genuine.
Grant and Valerie had always teased him for it, yet neither were present as he finally straightened his posture and knocked on the blasted door. How much easier this would have been had he left it there to be received with a card. How inconclusive that would have been, he reminded himself as he found himself looking anywhere but the door. Waiting.
Christmas. Oh, Christmas.
The most wonderful time of the year. A time filled with laughter and joy as you gather 'round your loved ones and sing of good cheer.
As grand as this holiday was, Roger had to confess that it was never his favorite. He certainly enjoyed all the merriment in the air and there was certainly something to be said when the people around you suddenly seemed so intent on giving and expressing and celebrating. It was somewhat infectious, to say the least, and Roger couldn't help but respect the holiday for what it represented. But, if we're all being honest here, it wasn't until this year that, for the first time, Roger felt the urge to really celebrate something new in his life.
And so, it was for that special reason alone - that certain someone - that Roger had something to give.
"Siebold!" He said, opening the door. Practically beaming from ear to ear, Roger motioned him to come inside. "Hi! Come on in."
The room was just like any room here at the Rocket HQ dorms, but with that special Roger-Flare touch, of course. Clean, tidy, well-kept. Accents of red and black scattered throughout the room.
"Hi," he said again, this time closing the door behind him. "It's almost Christmas, heh."