I'm Dreaming of a Fight Christmas

Milk sat atop Bear, staring out over the courtyard. She had received a message that her name had come up for this 'Secret Santa' event. Reading through her chosen recipient, Milk found herself staring at the photograph of Emily Kirkpatrick.

At least it was a student at the school, Milk didn't have to go on a wild goose chase around the island searching for this person, she just simply had to look her name up in the schools database. Any minute now, this Emily would be leaving the academic building, her final class ending for the day.

Milk looked down at the brown parcel sitting on her lap, tied with a simple red ribbon. Milk still wasn't sure what these 'Tarot' things were, but they looked nice she supposed. It was lucky Milk had disposable income. The fighter just spent her most recent paycheck on the cards. A perk of living at the school and not really having to buy anything.

Milk adjusted the Santa hat on her head, along with the cheesy fake antlers Bear was wearing. She was informed it would do well to be in 'holiday attire' when delivering her present.

Once she spotted Emily, She nodded, and Bear lumbered up, walking towards the poor girl. Both Milk and Bears eyes were locked on her form as they slowly approached, getting a wide berth from the students and staff about.

@"Nightstripe"

Bear yawned as he lumbered forward, a few people backing away further at the sight of his gaping maw. Milk slipped off his back and patted his head, Bear laying back down soon afterwards. Milk walked towards Emily, the brown paper package held at her side.

The fighter stared at Emily for a few seconds as the girl spoke, noting her stutter. She had fallen down at merely the sight of Bear, and now was stuttering? She was obviously afraid, or nervous.

"I am Milk. Are you Emily Kirkpatrick?" She asked in her normal monotone, before glancing at Bear.

"Do not worry about him. He is perfectly safe as long as you do not challenge him."

Bear made a 'Gwar' sound in response.

@"Nightstripe"

Milk accepted the onions, her lips curling upwards into a small smile.

"Thank you very much, this is a good gift." Milk set the jar down and held the package out to Emily, it's simple brown wrapping paper contrasting greatly with the red ribbon holding it closed.

"This is for you. I hope you like it." She said, waiting for Emily to take the package.

@"Nightstripe"

Milk nodded. "Indeed. It is a present, you are intended to open it." She said, smiling as Emily opened the gift. The fighter was hoping Emily would like her gift, and was awaiting to see the girls reaction. Milk was surprised at the hug, and returned the embrace for a second until Emily broke it.

"I asked one of my colleagues about your likes, and they pointed me to a small store downtown. I bought the cards that looked nice, though I am still not sure of what they are for." Milk explained, before nodding, pleased to know that Emily liked the deck she picked out.

"It is okay, do not worry. It is the spirit of the season, I believe is the phrase used in this situation." Milk waved off Emilys concerns, pleased that she got the right gift.

Milk nodded, smiling at how Emily seemed to be pleased with the gift. Though, Milk's smile gave way to confusion as Emily offered to read for Milk.

"A reading? But, I already know how to read. I have been reading since i was a child." She stated, unsure of why Emily would offer to read to her.