For a good five minutes, she sort of sits there re-reading the note and absently staring at the package's contents in a state of emotional turmoil. There's a million things she wants to say, but none of them are right to say to a young child she only knew through awful, bloody circumstances.
This isn't the sort of gift she'd like, usually: she's not one for nail polish (the fumes irritate her sinuses), jewelry is cumbersome to wear when one does as much fighting as she does, and well...stickers are stickers. But this is so sweet she almost wants to cry, from the combination of factors piling up and piling up, and realizing that someone who isn't Remilia or Flandre or Meiling or Sakuya finally managed to worm their way into her grumbly old heart.
The bag's contents will be sitting on her desk from now on, tucked neatly in the corner amidst her piles of papers and books. ]
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For a good five minutes, she sort of sits there re-reading the note and absently staring at the package's contents in a state of emotional turmoil. There's a million things she wants to say, but none of them are right to say to a young child she only knew through awful, bloody circumstances.
This isn't the sort of gift she'd like, usually: she's not one for nail polish (the fumes irritate her sinuses), jewelry is cumbersome to wear when one does as much fighting as she does, and well...stickers are stickers. But this is so sweet she almost wants to cry, from the combination of factors piling up and piling up, and realizing that someone who isn't Remilia or Flandre or Meiling or Sakuya finally managed to worm their way into her grumbly old heart.
The bag's contents will be sitting on her desk from now on, tucked neatly in the corner amidst her piles of papers and books. ]