"I know what Christmas Eve is, my point is that it's not Christmas."

"I'm fine with waiting. I just, I figured I'd ask."

"That's, like... actually almost nice."

"What! What do you mean almost nice?"

"I mean. You still did, like-- you're still a terrible person, just because you're trying to give me gifts and shit-- like, you're still not letting me talk to any of my friends."

"What? Tommy, what do you mean I'm not letting you talk to any of your friends? I'm your friend, aren't I?"

Uh-huh. Suuuuuuuuure.

"...............Yeah, I guess you are," he says, instead of that, because he doesn't want to pick that fight right now.

"We should trade homework, I can do the stuff that having more mana helps with and you can do the, y'know, you can do the boring stuff."

This sucks incredibly much. Unfortunately, it's also probably a good idea. At least doing boring shit builds mana?

And a few hours later:

"--Since when did you have mana storage? What?"

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Tommy shoves the little crystal into his pocket. "Iiiiiii don't know what you're talking about. Me? Have mana storage? Noooo. Never."

"Tommy. You're not in trouble, I just-- how long have you had it?"

"...Just a day, I got it, I got it yesterday evening, it was, it was a Christmas present, please don't take it--"

"From who?"

"Just let me keep it. Pleeaaaaase let me keep it."

"I'm gonna let you keep it for now. Who gave it to you?"

"What the fuck, why 'for now'? Just let me keep it!"

"Fine. Just--stop being annoying and tell me who gave it to you."

"No one. I made it myself. With my own two, my own two hands, I made it."

"Then why did you say it was a Christmas present?"

"Sometimes, you know, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret here, sometimes I, I just say things."

"...That's true."

"...So I can keep it?"

"Yeah, that's fine. We can--we can even make more, if you want. Not, not much more, but--"

"Pogchamp."