"I can't believe you got me this ... er, large teddy stuff." It's purple. And huge. And superbly, fantastically romantic. Francis feels like vomiting — not because he hates it or anything, because it's starting to get obvious which one of them is much better at 'being a boyfriend' deal. And it isn't him. "All I got you was this stupid hand-made mug. Azari said, like — I don't know — like it'd be more special or something. If I...if I make my own gift. Shit." #VALENTINE
Getting the teddy bear to the archer had been the most difficult part. The stuffed toy was a good head taller than himself, and almost as tall as Francis. James had feared the romantic novelty of the gift had been lost when he’d tripped over the thing as he walked through the front door, but fortunately; it wasn’t. He sits cross-legged beside the teen, bumping their shoulders together when he’s handed the mug. The blond genuinely smiles when he gets a good look at it, tracing a finger over the designs emblazoned on the side. No one had made him something before. “You remembered I like stars.” The color scheme was very well done, too. James almost felt bad all he’d gotten him was a bear. “I love it.” He says sincerely, leaning his head against the other teen’s shoulder. “——-and I love you.”