bucky reached down to scratch behind ky’lar’s ear, a smile forming on the man’s face. “i got you some stuff. i don’t, you know. think you can celebrate christmas but you deserve some gifts anyway.” a large, plush bed rested near the (small) tree, many chew toys and treats piled atop. “it’s not much, but i couldn’t carry anything more in just one bag.”

_{it was still ODD. being trapped in a body of an animal due to the fact he had PISSED OFF THE WRONG DEMONS. then again, he was slowly getting used to it — all he needed was MORE TIME. once that happened, he could finally LEAVE THIS BODY, and get back to one where he could actually do more than just act like a mutt.} 

_{either way, he lifted his head up for a few moments with a LOW GROWL ( it was easier than trying to speak these days when all he wanted was to leave ). of course, it wasn’t much; upon looking at the presents, a long sigh escaped his lips. he hated holidays… hated them all and anyone getting things for him? Even in this form… it just felt plain old WEIRD.}

_{“i deserve to no longer be a dog.” his words came out through coughs as he lowered his head back down to the ground, “i… i appreciate it.”}

_{// @thewintersoldierx}