Of coirse, Forrest is right there when Foleo wakes up, a present in his arms and a bright smile on his face. Usually the Prince would look in this day with dread in his heart, the fear of losing his twin all too real as they grew another year. Bit as the day csme, he ousbes aside his fears. "Happy Birthday Foleo. These are for you!" Inside the box, lay a beautiful white and blue dress with matching acessories.
Waking up to see his twin was always a pleasure in Foleo’s eyes, especially when Forrest has such a happy smile on his features. He almost forgot what warranted such a nice waking until his brother spoke.
❝Oh, Forrest, you shouldn’t have.❞ Despite his words, he knew that it would never dissuade his brother from being so sweet to him, and not accepting his gift would make him sad. Besides, Foleo loved all of his gifts, and he couldn’t deny that he was quite eager to see what it was his twin might have crafted. With that, he sat up in bed, gently accepting the gift box that had been presented to him.
Not long after small hands opened the present, the same fingertips flew to his lips, eyes gleaming at the sight of the new dress. ❝Forrest, it’s beautiful!❞ Foleo would swear that his brother’s creations grew more and more gorgeous every day. For quite some time now, their exchange of gifts had involved giving each other handmade dresses and blouses and other articles of clothing tailored to one anothers’ tastes. He truly felt blessed to have such a sweet brother.
❝Hold on,❞ Foleo said, setting his gift on the mattress before he pushed himself up and out of bed, ❝I made you something, too.❞ Naturally, he would have: it was Forrest’s birthday, too, after all. Foleo went over to his desk to retrieve a box of his own, beautifully wrapped in pink paper and white ribbon. His twin would find that the contents were a new knitted sweater in baby pink and a white, as well as multilayered skirt with lace edging that matched the pink yarn that Foleo had used for the turtleneck.
❝Happy birthday to you, too, Forrest.❞
