Marco, who had now torn into a book on different tarot spreads from Marisa, smiled beneath his mask as Juno approached. If there was anyone that he wanted to enjoy Christmas with, it was her. Even with that nagging voice, telling him that he sucked, and that worry that Juno didn't get all the gifts that he had requested for her, he was already glad to see her happy with this one gift that she had started with.
"Merry Christmas, Sirenita," he said as he waited for her to stop punching the air. He flipped the mask up so it sat on top of his head as he pulled one of her hands closer, to get a better look at one of her rings. "Holy shit." He gently tapped the points against the palm of his hand, then smiled up at Juno. "These are fucking great! You're... You're like on your way to actually becoming a real Terminator now. These are cool."
His smile went a little lopsided as he pointed back to his pile. "You see this shit? I've never seen so many gifts. Look at the size of this one!" He pointed to the box that had everything else stacked on it. He grabbed another small box as he returned to Juno. "You got a pile too, right?"