Plastic Heroes (Psych, Lassiter/Shawn)

“Go away, I’m busy.” Doing the crossword puzzle counted as busy, at least when Spencer was involved.

“Ten down is eggplant. Twelve down is heliotrope. Six across is-“

“Shawn, get off my desk.”

“But I brought you a present.” The box danced in front of his face briefly.

He considered poking it with a pen. “I don’t want a present from you.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you have one, so open it.”

Would it be childish of him simply to refuse? Anyone else he would have yelled at or just ignored. Unfortunately neither of those worked with Shawn. That left him with two options. He could throw the gift away, and therefore be forced to listen to Shawn’s whining and pouting for the next quarter century, or he could just open the damn thing and get it over with.

He picked up the box. It didn’t rattle, there was no squeaking, nothing sounded broken inside the box. The wrapping paper was best described as garish with shiny red poinsettia and silver bells across a field of green. If he were to take the flashlight out of his desk and shine it on the present, he’d probably blind the entire department. Almost worth it if it would get rid of Shawn.