"I'm just going to invent an alter ego, come up with a pseudonym, send these cards packing," he laughed, looking down at the piece that he was trying to put together. "That way, they open it and think it came from a kid that didn't know what he was doing, not a thirty-something year-old man who should know how to use glitter glue by now." Although to be fair, at no point in his life had Darrius ever claimed to be artistic, or said that he had any knowledge about art in general. He was much better with cold hard facts. "Yeah, you're right, though. It's the thought that counts more than anything." Sure, it wasn't a perfect valentine, but it still might make someone's entire day when they opened it up. "Did you make your own growing up?" he asked, shaking off some loose glitter and beginning to brush it all into a pile, "or did you stand in the aisle and flip flop between which one you wanted to buy?"