“Oof! These are heavy.” Kristoff whispered. The box full of robotic parts was certainly heavier than it appeared to be, and he was actually thankful to have Hans there, for once, so he wouldn’t have to carry both boxes by himself. Once inside the boy’s room, Kristoff paused to look around. “Okay…Santa said to put these by the foot of the bed.” He tiptoed a few more steps before Hans so clumsily stepped on the back of his heel. “Ow!” He loudly whispered. He threw his weight and the box against Hans, shoving back hard. “Watch it.”
Carrying a box equally as heavy as Kristoff’s despite their difference in natural strength, Hans fumbled hard to keep from dropping the entire thing at the hard nudge. He shoved himself sideways into Kristoff, partly for balance, and partly to get him back. “You watch it…! I can barely see over this thing…!” he hissed, shifting to peer around the side of the robot parts heaped into the box in his arms.
The large box flew from Kristoff’s arms and landed loudly on the floor. Kristoff held his breath to peer around the corner at the bed. “You’re lucky he’s still asleep, jerk!” He whispered through closed teeth. Before turning around to pick up the box Kristoff shoved Hans once more, this time much harder than before. The minute Hans stumbled backward, Kristoff regretted his decision.
Hans gave a quick yelp, losing hold of his own box — which promptly fell on Kristoff’s foot — but the prince had problems of his own. He flailed to keep his balance, his hand catching the edge of Hiro Hamada’s action figure shelf. The whole thing crashed down at a tilt as Hans fell anyway, accidentally wedging himself between the desk and the bed. Before Hans could squirm away, the action figures began to slide from the shelf. The first one that dropped into Hans’ face only earned a quick wince — but every figure after it was heavier, and heavier. “Ow…! OW…! AAHH! KRIS—-OWW! KRISTOFF—-” The last one that fell shut him up for a moment, and he lied there in the dark, buried in the heaviest toys he had ever had the pleasure of getting crushed by. “…Ow.”
As much pain as Kristoff’s foot was in, the joy of seeing Hans get covered in action figures and other toys was much greater. He couldn’t help himself but snicker as each toy toppled over onto the next one. However, that feeling of joy was quickly turned to one of frightened. Immediately after Hans had finished being attacked, Kristoff heard a sound that sounded all too much like something was inflating. Bewildered, Kristoff cocked his head and watched as a huge white…thing appeared in the corner and said, “Hello, I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion.” Kristoff’s eyes widened and he jerked Hans up and took off out the door, leaving the two gift boxes of robot parts from Santa Claus where they sat.
The two boxes are covered in red wrapping paper, now tattered and town due to the clumsy deliverers. However, the large white bows in the center of each box still shines brightly. Inside the boxes sit multiple plastic bags, each filled to the top. Some bags contain wires, others contain little pieces of metal, and others have buttons and switches. In the bottom of one of the boxes, there is a small stuffed kitten toy with a note which reads, “For Baymax.”
As Baymax spoke and the two men ran off, Hiro opened his brown eyes and stretched. "Wh- What's going on, bud? Is something wrong?" Hiro sat up and noticed the pile of presents before him and his robot friend. Excitedly, the boy hopped out of his bed to the presents, examining their poor treatment. "Huh, I wonder why they appear to be like this," He glanced to the tags hanging from the gifts and read both of them aloud to his large friend.
"To Baymax.. To Hiro.. From Santa?" The boy tilted his head on how the events could have led up to this, "Wait, Santa! These are from Santa, Baymax! Santa really is real!" Hiro hopped excitedly around, then leaping into his friend's arms. "Can you believe it!?" Baymax blinked at The teenage boy he was holding. 'You seem to be very.. excited, happy, aroused, are you satisfied with your care?' "Most definitelyy- not! Cmon, let's open these presents!" And at that, they began unwrapping the gifts they've recieved.
Hiro, of course, was ecstatic about the simple parts he has received, yet his arousal was mostly due to the presence of Santa's name on the gift tags. Baymax, however, stared at his gift very intently. Hiro found this funny, even after Baymax realized how soft the toy was.
"Thank you, Santa." The boy whispered to himself.
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