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Tien was absolutely furious. His entire body radiated rage and disgust.
“It’s not that bad, Tien. You don’t need to put on such a face.”
Tien’s glare sharpened. “Not that bad?”
“It’s not that bad,” Chiaotzu repeated, shrugging. “Remember what Chichi made Piccolo wear to the Christmas party last year?”
Amusement pulled at Tien’s mouth for the briefest moment at the memory of the seven-foot Namekian dressed in a snowman costume before fury flattened his features again.
“But Chichi made him wear it. No one’s making me wear this but you.”
“Bulma got it for you last year and you just know she’s going to notice if you don’t wear it.” Chiaotzu put his hands on his hips and put on his stern face. “Now you’re going to smile and be friendly.”
Tien grumbled but nodded. He forced a thin smile onto his face as Chiaotzu knocked and the door flew open.
“Oh, Tien! I’m so glad you’re wearing that sweater! I just knew it would suit you!”
The sparkling LEDs that lined the textured Christmas tree on his front were almost blinding. Chiaotzu smiled, pulling up his reindeer hood and straightening the stuffed antlers. It wasn’t the worst sweater.