As awful as it was for Clayton to do something heinous as pickpocketing the delivery man’s wallet... it was a necessary evil, for him to make the best gift he has ever made up to this date. Just like snooping around in his bedroom. Just like looking through his laptop when he wasn’t home, and taking photos of his Amazon wishlist. Just like cupping his ear to the door and listening in on his phone calls, taking notes and putting things to memory. All of that creepy stalker shit, which lasted for months on end– it would culminate in the gift he was finally assembling today.

Clayton left no stone unturned in making sure he brought all of his favorite snacks and goodies. From neat little gadgets from Etsy storefronts, to the many kinds of cleansers and balms items he knew his roommate was looking forward to buying; Clayton brought it all, in a total which tallied up to enough for a month’s rent. God help the delivery driver Clay stole that credit card from, because he was going to need it after the damage the bunny boy did to his card. Not that he was sorry, far from it– he took good care of him, and he deserved nothing but the best in return for his selflessness.

Stealing his credit card information wasn’t a possibility as it defeated the entire point of a gift, and leaving the house wasn’t an option. He had to get every little snack and game which he wanted, and Amazon was the only way he could make it happen. It simply wasn’t his fault that credit card fraud was the best way to do it!

For the first time in his life, Clayton used a calendar. He kept a fastidious log of when every package would come to his front door, down to the goddamn minute. Food was marked with pink, accessories in blue, clothing in green, personal care in yellow, and the biggest surprise was marked with red. He couldn’t have finding out about his gift, lest he try and stop Clayton. That was not happening, not on his watch, and if the bunny boy had to make a special color code to keep track of each package then that was precisely what he would do.

It was... strange. Having his makeshift lined paper calendar hung up on the walk with a couple of staples, just above an overflowing trash bin and an empty soda can. Thankfully hadn’t questioned it once. Clayton wouldn’t have known how to respond– hell, he might’ve cried!

Fortunately, no such thing would happen. Two weeks of anxiously checking the tracking numbers of all 29 packages later, and Clayton was almost at the finish line. The bunny boy was sitting on his undone bed, surrounded by no shortage of stuffed animals to morally support him in his endeavor to use what meager crafting skills he has to perfect his gift. He carefully assorted each candy in the large basket he had purchased just for this occasion, had ensured that no effort was spared in ensuring everything fit snug as a bug in the confines of the white wicker. All he had to do was finish tying a big, shiny ribbon on the slippers he brought his roommate, and–

And the door was being unlocked. He heard keys jingling. His keys.

Clayton panicked. His heart raced, pounding in his ears as he rushed to (gently) shove the gift into his closet in a desperate attempt to hide the surprise. Before inevitably waltzing right in to check on him, to greet him, to do whatever other nice thing his terribly sweet too-good-for-this-world roommate was going to do. He didn’t bother with the broken sliding door, the piece of shit was going to take years to close. Clay was forced to settle for making a beeline for the bedroom door, blowing past his Toya poster, and locking the door behind him.

Locking himself out of his own bedroom in the process. Awesome.

Clay looked like a deer in headlights, and in many ways, he was. He stood there, looking at him, silent. Anxious, and having a hard time staying composed, his ears stood up on his head. He fidgeted in place, unsure what to do. How to behave naturally. That wasn’t exactly his specialty, and he could only pray his roommate was oblivious enough to let it slide this time around.