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Etho sips slowly on his hot cocoa before setting it on the little table by his chair, the hot drink warming his insides, that along with the warm feeling of fondness that comes from being surrounded by close friends.
The fox hybrid sits comfortably in an arm chair, his husband, Bdubs, laying in his lap, legs dangling off the armrest of the chair, body leaning against Etho, excitedly chatting with Scar who’s sitting on Etho’s right.
They are all over Cleo’s base this cold holiday evening, having their sever wide Secret Santa.
Everyone’s attention is brought to one person again as Impulse pulls back from the sizable pile in the middle of the room, holding a little box, having been looking for the gift with his own name on its tag.
The imp goes back to his seat by Skizz, all eyes on him as he unwraps it.
Inside he finds a nice watch, black with gold numbers and hands, the band having gold stripes, really well made, great craftsmanship put into it, Etho should know, he was with Bdubs in the server hub when the shorter man had picked out the watch, specifically for their imp friend.
“Okay Impulse, you have three guesses." Xisuma says.
“Tango?”
“Nope.”
“Grian?”
“Naw.”
“Uh…”
“Oh come on.” Bdubs mutters under his breath, quiet enough that Etho barely caught it, only because the man’s sitting on his lap.
“Uh…is it Cl-” Impulse starts to guess, but is interrupted by Bdubs.
“It’s from mHmMmNnFffF!?!” Bdubs says, the last part of his sentence being muffled as Etho grabs his face, pressing his lips to his husbands, effectively stopping him from spilling the secret…well technically…
“Get a room you two!” someone laughs.
“Guys!” another person blurts out, chuckling.
Everybody laughs as Etho pulls away, leaving his husband sitting there, cheek red, a dazed look on his face, blinking.
“Shhh, we don’t say that yet Bdubs.” Etho chides softly, smiling.
“Well…I think it might have been Bdubs then.” Impulse says, shaking his head, smiling, someone was too eager to say it was his, wasn’t he.
Bdubs nods slowly, still a little dazed.
“Do you want to pick the next one, Bdubs?” Cleo asks the glare hybrid.
Bdubs shakes his head, pressing the side of his face into Etho’s chest, “I uh, I think I need a minute for my heart rate to calm down first…” he says, causing all their friends to giggle.