[ He blinks and then looks at the parcel. Birthday. That's right, it is his birthday, isn't it? He hadn't forgotten - not exactly, he'd thought about it earlier when he woke up this morning - but he hardly expected anyone else to remember. ]
Are you serious? [ He chuckles with disbelief and takes the box gently, unable to hide his embarrassment from her. ] I don't even remember telling you my birthday. Hm... must have been drunk, perhaps. What is it?
[ Howl hasn't received a birthday present in a very long time, and... truthfully, it really is touching to receive one, regardless of what it is. Knowing that fact makes him feel foolish. In this context, the chaste kiss on his cheek makes him feel happy, too, like they were young lovers exchanging forget-me-nots; that just makes him feel even more foolish. The bashful feeling sneaks across their bond, despite his best efforts to hide it by turning slightly away from her to make his high collar hide his face. ]
If you insist. [ He admires the parcel for a moment curiously. ] Hmm. Wrapping this neat and posh must have been the work of a clerk. [ He shoots her a teasing grin from behind the hem of his collar before beginning to tear the paper away. ]
[ She scoffs, but takes it in good fun. She settles back to watch, arms folded. As it turns out, it's heavy cloth - a cloak, likely intended for winter months, colored a rich, dark blue and lined to keep him warm. She spreads her hands in a little 'ta-dah' gesture. ]
For your next winter, I imagine. Or early spring, if the chill stays.
[ Howl unfurls the gift and holds it out in front of him, letting it hang free and heavy. His vacant blue eyes almost glitter with lively energy as he gazes at it; it's elaborate and commanding and beautifully opulent and exactly in his tastes.
He swings it onto his shoulders and pulls the collar tightly around his neck. The dark fur frames his face and jawline perfectly, although the bright color of his blond hair clashes a bit. ]
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[ She laughs and holds out the parcel - it's wrapped, at least, in brightly colored paper. ]
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Are you serious? [ He chuckles with disbelief and takes the box gently, unable to hide his embarrassment from her. ] I don't even remember telling you my birthday. Hm... must have been drunk, perhaps. What is it?
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[ She laughs and sways in to kiss him on the cheek. ]
Look, I can't tell you what it is - open it!
[ If she tells him, that spoils the fun. Although it feels a bit like cloth. ]
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If you insist. [ He admires the parcel for a moment curiously. ] Hmm. Wrapping this neat and posh must have been the work of a clerk. [ He shoots her a teasing grin from behind the hem of his collar before beginning to tear the paper away. ]
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[ She scoffs, but takes it in good fun. She settles back to watch, arms folded. As it turns out, it's heavy cloth - a cloak, likely intended for winter months, colored a rich, dark blue and lined to keep him warm. She spreads her hands in a little 'ta-dah' gesture. ]
For your next winter, I imagine. Or early spring, if the chill stays.
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He swings it onto his shoulders and pulls the collar tightly around his neck. The dark fur frames his face and jawline perfectly, although the bright color of his blond hair clashes a bit. ]
How do I look?
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I think it suits you perfectly! Wonderful for an evening out on a cold street, I should think.
[ She steps forward and wraps her arms around him, nestling against his chest. ]
And big enough to share, for that matter.