A box was left on his doorstep, shortly before he'd be coming home. Wrapped in neat white with pink hearts wrapping paper, inside there is a small box gift set with a red pair of socks with heart pattern and black and white matching boxers, as well as a folded purple cardigan with a faux vest style neatly tucked underneath. There is no name or attached note, just "Gill" written on top in what could almost be a familiar handwriting for how curled the G is.
He’d taken the box in with him upon finding it on the doorstep— sighing to recognize the handwriting, of course he did. Granted, it wasn’t as though he had a platform to stand on when he mentally chided Luna for still getting him a gift for Valentine’s day; the flowers he’d left for her at work saw well enough to that. But this was a package, which meant more than flowers. And that was more than Gill probably deserved to get from the pink-haired girl on this day in particular.
Ah, well. He left it on his bed while making dinner, and only opened it toward the end of the night - frowning enormously at its contents, and how risque one of them in particular happened to be. “Lovely,” he murmured to himself, tucking the boxer shorts quickly into a drawer to avoid looking at them until the guilt subsided somewhat. The vest he left out a little longer, admiring the way it looked.
Even if they weren’t speaking currently, there was no denying Luna knew his taste.
