[Destruction. Destruction everywhere: Pokémon rolling around in discarded gift wrapper (they fished it out of Miles' trash corner), giant fothermucking Arcanine taking up half the room already, and Phenix and Miles' gifts, with nowhere to go, pushed off to the side with Pip's tiny Christmas tree. As well as whatever was supposed to be their breakfast sitting on the end table by the couch.
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....Miles rubs his face tiredly.]
......It's usually a lot cleaner. I promise.