Feelin' 21 // Callan & Emery
Laughing a bit, but pleased she liked the necklace, Callan fumbled with his fingers to try and get the clasp on around her neck right. After a few moments, it clicked into place, and he released the breath he’d been holding. “Well, consider it a thank you for all you’re doing,” He said sweetly, running a finger over the coral pieces and her collarbones where they lay. “I like the way it feels on you.”
The two continued inside, and Callan brightened like a little boy on Christmas at the mention of presents. “I want them now,” He decided shyly, making his way to her couch and setting down eagerly. Reaching out, he located the boxes and wrappings, breathing in at the same of a couple of them. He began slowly, opening each gift by the smallest to largest.
They were beautiful gifts.
After all had been opened, and Callan’s fingers had run over each and every part of every item, he smiled at her, beaming, cuddling the Simba plush close, a hand on the travel box. “Ems, I don’t… know what to say. These are all… perfect, I—” Callan cut off with a delighted sigh, standing suddenly and pulling her close. “You’re the best. Thank you, so much. I love everything.”
"And I like the way it looks on me" Emery smirked, leading Callan inside. She was excited yet nervous what he would think about the presents she had gotten for him because she had put quiet a lot of thoughts into it. The girl stood by Callan, watching him opening his presents one by one and figuirng out what it was, though she tried to explain her thoughts here and there.
Emery laughed and stumbled a little backwards when Callan pulled her in, she'd not expected the sudden outburst of the man. "Oh it was my pleasure! I loved picking and making them, so happy you like them." She hugged him closely, just as excited as Callan. "I'm sorry though. I couldn't get you underwear with mermaids on, after all not in your size. Unless you can fit everything into kids underwear."
"Alright, how about you spend some time with your presents? If you want, you can even watch one of the movies or listen to the audio book or read your playboy. Whatever you want, really. Feel like home, as usual. I'll go finish up the food. Would you open the door in case someone knocks?" Emery was already standing in the door frame as she turned around and looked at Callan quietly for a minute. She was happy to have him as her best friend, very happy actually, and she was excited seeing him happy as well.
Emery shook her head, realizing that she had dreamed and her thoughts had drifted off, picturing them as more than friends. Quickly she headed in the kitchen and continued to prepare their food which was only putting little snacks and marshmallows into bowls so they would have it easier by the fire.
