It was mostly materials, actua--ah? [Making quality gifts for people can run a pretty decent penny, despite what most DIY pushers would have you believe. Not that Selenite gets to that little factoid, or even as far as debating whether or not to admit a pretty decent chunk of the money had gone to Centipede's party--because he suddenly found himself face to face with a gift he wasn't expecting.
After another second or two frozen in confusion, the older ghoul slowly removes his hands from his pockets to accept the package; handling it as carefully as if he'd just been given a glass sculpture. What was this??]
A present? But I thought you said... ["Christmas is a couples holiday." The momentary panic of not realizing he was supposed to get Centipede something was immediately replaced with a different kind of panic entirely. The familiarity with this situation suddenly made sense--Selenite had been confessed too more times than he could count. Getting called out to a private area with a vague note, being given a letter or a gift upon arrival, it was nearly routine by now. He always arrived when summoned, and always gently turned them down. But this time was different. This was the only confession he'd ever actually wanted to receive before...and for the first time, he had no idea of how to respond.]
...Oh.
[That. Probably wasn't one of the good ways to do it.]
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Glad to see you're getting good use out of it.
Date: 2015-12-26 08:21 am (UTC)After another second or two frozen in confusion, the older ghoul slowly removes his hands from his pockets to accept the package; handling it as carefully as if he'd just been given a glass sculpture. What was this??]
A present? But I thought you said... ["Christmas is a couples holiday." The momentary panic of not realizing he was supposed to get Centipede something was immediately replaced with a different kind of panic entirely. The familiarity with this situation suddenly made sense--Selenite had been confessed too more times than he could count. Getting called out to a private area with a vague note, being given a letter or a gift upon arrival, it was nearly routine by now. He always arrived when summoned, and always gently turned them down. But this time was different. This was the only confession he'd ever actually wanted to receive before...and for the first time, he had no idea of how to respond.]
...Oh.
[That. Probably wasn't one of the good ways to do it.]