⌛ Who: Scaramouche & YOU ⌛ What: Catch-All - TDM and Other Things ⌛ When: Throughout November ⌛ Where: Places - Both East and West ⌛ Warnings: A smol angry - Will add as needed
[It's a foolish idea really, a gift for his creator as though they were close enough for such things. He knew so little about her, his own doing as even living together didn't make him seek her out more than was necessary. Still there was plenty that Scaramouche has learned about her in his time here - more than he ever thought he'd know that was certain - but he wouldn't say it was enough to know her likes and dislikes, barring the obvious.
Scaramouche has little experience when it comes to giving gifts, it's a rare enough occurrence that he could likely count the times on one hand. There's too few he's been close with for such things, and gifts were not the norm in how he showed appreciation. But it's too late to turn back now, having already called out. He can't help but feel a twinge of regret in the back of his mind, that perhaps this was a bad idea. Would Ei even like what he had picked out?
When the Harbinger gets a response he swallows hard, quickly pushing the door open in hopes that the sooner he got it over with, the sooner that uneasy feeling would dissipate. His eyes - an unusual mix of purple in the indigo - dart from Ei to the floor, as he holds out the neatly folded outfit.]
[ Ei had only come within a foot or so of the door when it'd been pushed open and sure enough? There he was, but wasn't holding onto something like food for her - since sometimes she could forget herself and not eat due to spending so long without necessarily needing to.
Instead of what she'd expected, there was a folded outfit being held out to her.
Her eyes widened in surprise, though it didn't stop her from closing the distance between them in order to gently accept it. Once in her hands, she held it carefully and unfolded it so she could see all there was to it. There were shades of purple, blacks and beautiful butterfly details adorning it in a few places, and the material felt so soft beneath her fingertips. ]
Ah... You... really got this for me?
[ Her face immediately fills with happiness as a soft, light laugh escaped her lips. Ei then moved to drape it over one arm before moving to hug him gently, small purple-tinted sakura blossoms swirling about for a moment. ]
[What Scaramouche expects to happen is handing over the gift, perhaps gaining a thank you, and then ending the interaction there. That Ei seems pleased with the outfit is a good start, at least having managed to pick out something she doesn't hate. However her appreciation for the gift leads to something far unexpected.
His creator is hugging him and he hates how that twists up something inside him, pulls at a feeling that shouldn't exist. He should hate her - he certainly doesn't trust her - for all that she's done to him, that he does is something he has to constantly tell himself.
There's nothing she can do to make up for all that had been done, he's merely appreciative of her taking care of him, ensuring he kept on living. The gift was for that and that alone, he wasn't getting soft. He would never be weak like that again. He repeats the words in his head over and over like a mantra, like it would stop the storm that rages within him whenever he tries to make sense of anything involving his creator and how he feels.]
Stop that. This doesn't change anything, I just... thank you.
[Despite his words, Scaramouche makes no effort to actually stop the hug from continuing, though he doesn't return it. His feelings conflicting enough to at least allow it to happen, even if his gaze doesn't move from the floor.]
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Scaramouche has little experience when it comes to giving gifts, it's a rare enough occurrence that he could likely count the times on one hand. There's too few he's been close with for such things, and gifts were not the norm in how he showed appreciation. But it's too late to turn back now, having already called out. He can't help but feel a twinge of regret in the back of his mind, that perhaps this was a bad idea. Would Ei even like what he had picked out?
When the Harbinger gets a response he swallows hard, quickly pushing the door open in hopes that the sooner he got it over with, the sooner that uneasy feeling would dissipate. His eyes - an unusual mix of purple in the indigo - dart from Ei to the floor, as he holds out the neatly folded outfit.]
For... helping me that week.
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Instead of what she'd expected, there was a folded outfit being held out to her.
Her eyes widened in surprise, though it didn't stop her from closing the distance between them in order to gently accept it. Once in her hands, she held it carefully and unfolded it so she could see all there was to it. There were shades of purple, blacks and beautiful butterfly details adorning it in a few places, and the material felt so soft beneath her fingertips. ]
Ah... You... really got this for me?
[ Her face immediately fills with happiness as a soft, light laugh escaped her lips. Ei then moved to drape it over one arm before moving to hug him gently, small purple-tinted sakura blossoms swirling about for a moment. ]
Thank you so much. It's beautiful.
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His creator is hugging him and he hates how that twists up something inside him, pulls at a feeling that shouldn't exist. He should hate her - he certainly doesn't trust her - for all that she's done to him, that he does is something he has to constantly tell himself.
There's nothing she can do to make up for all that had been done, he's merely appreciative of her taking care of him, ensuring he kept on living. The gift was for that and that alone, he wasn't getting soft. He would never be weak like that again. He repeats the words in his head over and over like a mantra, like it would stop the storm that rages within him whenever he tries to make sense of anything involving his creator and how he feels.]
Stop that. This doesn't change anything, I just... thank you.
[Despite his words, Scaramouche makes no effort to actually stop the hug from continuing, though he doesn't return it. His feelings conflicting enough to at least allow it to happen, even if his gaze doesn't move from the floor.]
I'm... glad you like it.