[ jayce barks a laugh on his way into the tack room. he's a little glad viktor can't see his face. he's a few shades darker and a little sheepish with the way he needs to rub at his neck. clever tongue . . .
well, he had to grab "it". some shuffling and footsteps back and forth later, viktor will hear jayce's approach: a soft succession of thuds and clicks, before there is a growing weight of something quite lengthy, stuff and wrapped in the confines of thick cardboard and a large cloth that is binding it all together. ]
—Okay, open your eyes.
[ viktor will find that this thing in his lap is a crudely wrapped gift. at least, he tried to wrap it with whatever he had in hand. he couldn't afford fancy paper or even the glittering ribbons viktor may be used to after spending all of his meager allowance on the metal he needed to forge this. the paper is signed: JAYCE TALIS. TO VIKTOR. ]
I didn't, uh— have any wrapping paper, so . . . Excuse that.
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well, he had to grab "it". some shuffling and footsteps back and forth later, viktor will hear jayce's approach: a soft succession of thuds and clicks, before there is a growing weight of something quite lengthy, stuff and wrapped in the confines of thick cardboard and a large cloth that is binding it all together. ]
—Okay, open your eyes.
[ viktor will find that this thing in his lap is a crudely wrapped gift. at least, he tried to wrap it with whatever he had in hand. he couldn't afford fancy paper or even the glittering ribbons viktor may be used to after spending all of his meager allowance on the metal he needed to forge this. the paper is signed: JAYCE TALIS. TO VIKTOR. ]
I didn't, uh— have any wrapping paper, so . . . Excuse that.