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Fitz ripped at the wrapping paper eagerly, destroying it completely his haste to get the gift open.
"What is it?" he asked impatiently when he was momentarily stymied by tape on the box flap. He pulled out his Leatherman and cut through it, finally seeing what it was that Jemma had got him on her trip to Los Angeles.
After taking it out of the box, he blinked at it a moment before levelling Jemma with a glare.
"Seriously?" he asked in his most unimpressed voice.
"I saw it, and I thought of you?" Jemma offered innocently. Her inability to keep her mouth from twitching into a smile put the lie to her act.
"Ha. Ha. Ha," Fitz snorted. He placed the cup down on the coffee table with a distinct thunk.
"What's so funny?" Daisy asked. Then she looked at Fitz's face. "Or, y'know, not funny?"
"This," Fitz said, pointing an accusatory finger at the object in question.
Daisy came around to flop down on the sofa next to him and picked up the mug. She immediately laughed.
"Oh, man. That is perfect for you."
Fitz crossed his arms over his chest and glowered.
"Oh my god! It even looks like you!" Daisy laughed.
She brought the mug up next to his face for comparison.
"I was supposed to be getting a gift right now, and all I'm getting is attacked."
"Aww," Daisy put the mug down and gave him a hug.
"Oh, Fitz," Jemma curled up against his other side and hugged him too.
"We tease because we love."
"Then you must love me a lot."
"No arguments here."