A gift for Abby wrapped in newspapers and string. It's a hoodie, probably a few sizes too big for her. The hoodie is black, but designs have been drawn in bleach on it, front and back. Luna moth wings on the back, mushrooms with eyes dance around the hem and stars around the collar. Tucked into the front pocket is a single white crow feather and a pair of earrings made of dragonfly wings and newspaper clippings in resin. (Corvidave)
You get a ping from the P.O. box Sollux set up for you a few perigees ago when you started babbling vaguely and anxiously about being found or stalked (you were sure he was rolling his eyes at you half the time he was busy setting it up, but it's so hard to tell with most goldbloods that you had to give him the benefit of the doubt). You aren't expecting anything. Maybe it's spam. Do P.O. boxes get spam?
When you arrive to collect your multiversal mail, however, you tilt your head slightly to one side, inspecting what you have on your hands. This is clearly from Crowkid; machine-stitched, probably found and then turned into a craft project later. It doesn't seem particularly... still garbage-like, but you file a mental note to throw it in the wash when you get home before you hang it in your closet.
The feather you end up tucking behind an ear, filing the earrings away for later to go in the box full of bits and bobs you have at home full of lovely little gifts that make you happy to look at. Sweatshirt folded over your arm, you pop it in the old sylladex and head home, making a mental note to send the young man a thank you letter and a pot pie later on.
