[But why would she? Envy hadn't mentioned it directly. She glances down at the gift in her hands and back to him, confronted with another social instance she doesn't know how to navigate.]
Do I open it in front of you, or wait until later?
[He still looks awkward, but he's doing a bit better job covering for the mild case of anxiety over her actually opening the thing and hopefully liking what's in it. One-on-one present giving is so much more difficult than Christmas.]
[She's genuinely curious. Envy's been here for years now, living as a human.]
[She opens the gift, a small pleased smile twitching at her lips when she sees what it is. It's...thoughtful. He put thought into it. She holds the book and feels that odd sense of discomfort again, that nervousness that always came with emotion.]
I didn't think much of it. I've never celebrated it before, so I didn't see much point in making a big thing out of it now.
Except a few years ago, when [and here he seems to second-guess what he wants to actually say, stumbling noticeably over the next word] fa--someone found out the date from my 'Gear and sang a song on the network for it. And then I forgot about it again until this time.
But it's nice. Having your birth celebrated.
[Especially for people like them. And he'd wanted Lust to get to feel that too.]
[He can tell that she likes the gift, and for a moment his grin is practically a beam, before he goes back to his normal, look-how-casual-I-am smirk. He did the thing, he did it right.]
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It was on the fifth this month. At least that's what's entered on my 'Gear, so that's what I told Henry when he asked.
It's not like I remember if that's not really it.
[If she opens the gift, she'll find a book about the chemistry of a wide variety of Pokemon moves.]
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[But why would she? Envy hadn't mentioned it directly. She glances down at the gift in her hands and back to him, confronted with another social instance she doesn't know how to navigate.]
Do I open it in front of you, or wait until later?
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I didn't tell anyone.
[He still looks awkward, but he's doing a bit better job covering for the mild case of anxiety over her actually opening the thing and hopefully liking what's in it. One-on-one present giving is so much more difficult than Christmas.]
You can open it now.
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[She's genuinely curious. Envy's been here for years now, living as a human.]
[She opens the gift, a small pleased smile twitching at her lips when she sees what it is. It's...thoughtful. He put thought into it. She holds the book and feels that odd sense of discomfort again, that nervousness that always came with emotion.]
Thank you.
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I didn't think much of it. I've never celebrated it before, so I didn't see much point in making a big thing out of it now.
Except a few years ago, when [and here he seems to second-guess what he wants to actually say, stumbling noticeably over the next word] fa--someone found out the date from my 'Gear and sang a song on the network for it. And then I forgot about it again until this time.
But it's nice. Having your birth celebrated.
[Especially for people like them. And he'd wanted Lust to get to feel that too.]
[He can tell that she likes the gift, and for a moment his grin is practically a beam, before he goes back to his normal, look-how-casual-I-am smirk. He did the thing, he did it right.]
Seemed like something you'd be interested in.