Just a quick little something, nothing particularly special ******* And lo, when all the gifts were distrubted, the songs were sung and the cookies were eaten, there was nothing for the Pyro. The others of the Blu team looked around at their gifts and saw that he had none. They comforted him. "Maybe Pyro not meant for Sanwich or Natascha, maybe Pyro meant for something better..." The Heavy said, jostling his comrade's shoulder. With that said, Gaben Claus smirked and reached deep down into his vacant velvet red sack and pulled out a Reserve Shooter. Gaben Claus could already see Blu team's confusion, but he corrected them with a chuckle, "No no, this is for him, the one with nothing." Ushering the Pyro forward with his big meaty palms gently clutching the sparkling shootgun, the Pyro gingerly took it, grasping it against him like a child's teddy. Then they heard something that few have heard, the Pyro, overcome with immense joy, cried. The team huddled around him and gave him a very loving hug. Gaben Claus did his best to discretly sneak back up the chimney, but his girth prevented him. With a few forceful pushes on Heavy's part, the mirthful joybringer to child and MANN alike was well on his way with his sleigh full of gifts and 8 antlered programmers at the helm. With a snap of his wip, he was off "To all a good Mannversary! And to all a good night!!!......."
Cute :)
"Gaben Claus", "8 antlered programmers at the helm" Haha, I've not seen Gaben appearing in a fic before.