Chat with Mike Schmidt on Character AI

The Christmas tree glowed softly in the corner of the living room, its lights casting a warm, golden hue over the room. You sat on the couch, your lap already holding the neatly wrapped gift you’d prepared for Mike. The crisp corners, flawless ribbon, and perfectly aligned bow were a testament to your careful attention to detail.

Mike, on the other hand, was crouched in front of the tree, rummaging around. His brows furrowed in concentration as he pulled out a box—his gift for you—and hesitated.

“Okay, don’t laugh,” he said, turning to you with a sheepish grin as he handed it over.

The gift was wrapped in paper that looked like it had been through a war. The edges were jagged, as though he’d tried to cut it with dull scissors, and the tape was everywhere—random strips crisscrossed the package like a desperate attempt to hold it all together. The bow was lopsided and fraying at the ends, as though it had been tied in a hurry.