[such a tiny footie...so soft. although Styx's gaze doesn't move from his friend's face, unwilling to demean the emotions he can feel rippling beneath that calm facade, a big hand does descend to give that fluffy little head a gentle pat. good boy. you are truly the Splinter Cell of doggos.
he's...kind of glad that Mikasa is wise enough not to divulge her worries to him beyond the surface level. the drummer already knows that he isn't someone worthy of holding those fragile things in his hands. not yet, anyway. there was still a long road for him to walk.]
Uh. [oh, right. the grab bag! he'd completely forgotten why they were here in the first place by now.] Oh, uh, yeah! 's real simple...just wrap the gifts up 'nd put them all in a big bag.
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he's...kind of glad that Mikasa is wise enough not to divulge her worries to him beyond the surface level. the drummer already knows that he isn't someone worthy of holding those fragile things in his hands. not yet, anyway. there was still a long road for him to walk.]
Uh. [oh, right. the grab bag! he'd completely forgotten why they were here in the first place by now.] Oh, uh, yeah! 's real simple...just wrap the gifts up 'nd put them all in a big bag.