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@makenshiicrona
It was not what she was expecting. Looking over the well-loved teddy with an all too familiar stitch-work across the face of the otherwise intact and cared for toy, Maka wondered where the teddy bear came from. The girl had discovered said teddy bear wedged behind a pillow while helping Crona make their room more comfortable and… welcoming. She smiled softly, pleased to have found the toy. Though the teddy itself (minus that very interesting stitch) was just a simple common toy and hardly all that special, the fact that Crona now had such a “common” childhood item filled the girl with tenderness for her friend.
“Hey, Crona? I really like your bear - it’s cute!”
Maka looked over to where they were fumbling around in a box of things for their newly decorated room. It had truly become a bedroom and not the cold and empty cell it was before, as it was now filled with plush pillows, soft blankets and a range of items that made the room feel safe and warm. It made her heart swell when their friends had offered to help Crona with their room, bringing new and pre-loved gifts they all thought Crona would like and helping them feel settled and, most importantly, loved.
Though Maka’s tone held nothing in it but soft sunshine and warmth, it was still within Crona’s nature to startle slightly at the sudden sound of their name being spoken in the amiable quiet of the room, shoulders jumping ever so slightly as they lifted their gaze through choppy lavender hair to cast a quick glance at their friend. Their friend who was, apparently, done with organising a veritable mountain of pillows on top of their bed ( they didn’t understand that; they only had one head, therefore they only needed one pillow, and even if they were factoring Ragnarok into the picture, that only required two. that, there, on their bed, was far more than two pillows ) and was now holding the bear made of cotton and fluff between her hands in a careful, albeit confident manner.
( automatically, their fingers moved to twist in anxious circles, the sight of something rather precious to them being held by someone else causing their stomach to flop rather uncomfortably, but then they reasoned that this was Maka, and there were no two hands in this entire universe that Crona trusted more- with both their own life and the life of the bear )
Their shoulders rose a little higher around their ears, fingers still fidgeting, eyes flitting upwards to catch Maka’s, then dropping to the bear, then dropping further to the floor by their own two feet.
“I- that’s.....m-miss Marie gave it to me...”
