Eleven Kendrick-Watts hasn't even gotten to move into Kansas City yet, so that's why he was surprised, no, shocked, to see a package sitting at his Evanston, Illinois apartment doorstep. As far as he knew, none of his teammates had his address. What's more, the small box was delicately done up in bright Christmas decoration, sporting shimmery green wrapping paper and a glittering red bow.
It was two days after Christmas, by the way. Kendrick-Watts had already done a small socially distanced gift exchange with a few friends two days ago and was ready to put aside Christmas for the rest of the year. The mysterious package didn't even have a label, either - just the neat wrapping.
"Why not," Eleven figured, grabbing the package off his bargain-bin door mat and bringing it inside the apartment. He carefully untied the bow, then turned the box and unfolded its corners. To his surprise, there was another box inside, this one square and red with a small, detachable lid. Opening this one, a small bed of tissue paper obscured any possible contents. Frustrated, Kendrick-Watts removed this, only to find another small package. This contained just one slip of paper that read "lmao get pranked - from butters"
It was two days after Christmas, by the way. Kendrick-Watts had already done a small socially distanced gift exchange with a few friends two days ago and was ready to put aside Christmas for the rest of the year. The mysterious package didn't even have a label, either - just the neat wrapping.
"Why not," Eleven figured, grabbing the package off his bargain-bin door mat and bringing it inside the apartment. He carefully untied the bow, then turned the box and unfolded its corners. To his surprise, there was another box inside, this one square and red with a small, detachable lid. Opening this one, a small bed of tissue paper obscured any possible contents. Frustrated, Kendrick-Watts removed this, only to find another small package. This contained just one slip of paper that read "lmao get pranked - from butters"