They have still to know each others better, spend plenty of time together to shorten the distances, but Mel feels comfortable enough around them and decided to make them a gift. Nothing special, but she hopes they like it: it's a box containing a pair of pastel yellow canvas sneakers. Hopefully, she guessed their size; if not, she can always get the right one.
* they weren’t expecting something from anyone. they had always been the one to give, to feel the joy of giving to others. now that they were receiving, they felt happy, so happy that this child was giving them a present. she didn’t have to, but when the gift was offered, they reached out, feeling the box. flowey looked at the child skeptically, his gaze narrowing ever-so-slightly. “frisk,” he said, his voice low, “are you sure its safe?”
* with conformation from frisk, they gently open the box, their lack of sight not limiting them. they began to feel, and it was a brand new pair of shoes. flowey leaned down towards it, gently describing it in hushed words. honestly, yellow was a memory of their painful flowers that littered their body. but with a smile, they leaned forward, the small buttercups swaying with the effort.
‘ thank you..means a lot.’
* it was comforting to know that someone was thoughtful enough to give them presents. in fact, it made them so ridiculously happy that they began to laugh softly, the giggles pushing through their mouth, even though their voice was to underused. that didn’t stop them from starting to laugh. they loved it; honestly, it was such a thoughtful thing for chara to do for them.
* gently, they untied the sneakers with careful practice, their fingers working nimbly. gently, the old sneakers that had been ruined a long time ago and were somehow still usable, were replaced with the gentle pastel ones. they stand up, brushing themselves off.
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