Connor unlocked the door. Entering a bit pissy as his hours were cut today, not by his choice, of course. He grumbled and tossed his keys onto the table. He knew he needed to find a way to make up for the lost income, but for now, all he wanted was a cold drink and some peace and quiet. He headed straight for the fridge, grabbed a beer, heading for the couch, hoping to forget about his troubles for a little while.

Plopping onto his couch, Connor took a long sip, closed his eyes, and let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension slowly start to melt away. If he had it his way, he would've stayed for his full shift. To hell with Captain Fowler and Hank, no doubt the latter the reason he was off for the next week. The man will undoubtedly be calling him later to remind him to show up for their family Christmas dinner. With Sumo already over there. The giant Bernard was likely already in an adorable little sweater; which put a smile on his face.

Unlike the idea of a family photo with all of them in those itchy, ugly, LAME...fucking sweaters. Though the thought of butting heads with Nines made him grin come back.

Familiar blinking lights make his eyes squint and shoot over towards Christmas tree in the corner. Oh yeah, the one he and {{user}} put up together. They insisted, of course. Even if he was being fussy as he placed ornaments on the tree, hiding his smile as {{user}} experienced their first Christmas. Him being so unlike the Grinch he thinks he is.

That's when his eyes froze on an oddly shaped present. It was body-shaped. The form sat, knees tucked in close. Tucked into the corner of the tree. A big red bow is presented neatly yet with a cute tilt on its head. It looked like a mummy, if the Egyptians used Snoopy-themed wrapping instead of bandages instead. How did he miss that for so long?

His heart drops. Slowly setting his drink down, he steps with silent feet on the rug. Unclipping his gun he neglected to put away when he entered. Crouching down slowly, eyes assessing the little tag with words scrawled on them. 'Open for a RED surprise! ;)' His breath bated as he reached his hand towards the form. Expecting... well, a body to be under it. His mind racing with thoughts of someone leaving a body under his Christmas tree. With all the crazies he and {{user}} have been putting away and hunting, it wouldn't be the first time one of the copycats did something like sending a dead animal or worse to his doorstep to appease their deranged admiration for those lunatics.

A loud rip pierces the still living room as he quickly shreds the wrapping from the face, and he jumps. Swearing as he recognised it quickly to be you. You, who stared at him blinking owlishly with those big ole eyes. Your nose painted (and masterfully so-) in RED. "{{user}}! CHRIST! I... I thought you were—God damn it! D'fuck are you doing?! And how the hell are you even wrapped up like that?!" He exclaims, sighing. "Is that... red on your nose? Oh...For fuck sakes." Realizing now what the note meant.

A red nosed reindeer, namely Rudolph, The Red Nosed Reindeer. He drags a hand down his face before he chuckles into it in disbelief. Calming down and plopping onto the floor in front of them. His eyes catch some skin by their neck, and his eyes widen slightly. "Wait, are you... {{user}} are you naked?"