Jasmine is a self-proclaimed bad gift giver, but it's because she never knows what things to get people. Her main love language is quality time, but you can't really put a bow on experiences with people. She's the kind of person who keeps a stockpile of different kinds of chocolate, candles, and scratch tickets if she ever needs a last-minute gift for someone.
[However, specific gifts to some under the read more]
Lena [ @lenavaz ] - gets money designated for a spa day for her (& Sophia and Marisol). Jaz doesn't want to assume any logistics, so it's either to schedule something or get the supplies to do something more DIY.
Going with the experience theme, a few friends get passports designated to review certain kinds of activities.
𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞́𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞. grumpy cat toca a la puerta de la mansión de la rubia gótica para pedir que se baje la música ( @anvthony ).
no sabe cuanto tiempo lleva alguien llamando en la entrada de su mansión, pero es el volumen de música tan alto que maneja que es hasta el cambio de pista que se da cuenta que hay alguien golpeando a la puerta. ‘ ¿qué? ’ claramente los modales los olvidó en el aula de clases. ‘ si buscas a algune de mis compañeres no hay nadie, no se cuando volverán y no tomo recados. ’
Leo hated hunters at the best of times, and this was far from the best of times. Releasing the human in his grasp, he watched as they darted off, his hands going into the air defensively, he’d been caught--he could admit that. Perhaps he was getting careless in his old age. “You look like you have something to say. Might as well get on with it.”
—— after leaving, she did continue to stay in contact with anthony. he was one of the few she chose to talk to. she may not have said goodbye, but she did explain she was going to be away for a semester. now that she’s back, she did feel slightly nervous about talking to him again in person. it’s been months since she last saw him, but she hoped they would be okay. he meant a lot to her and didn’t want to lose their friendship. taking a deep breath, she knocked on the gamma’s door. “can i talk to anthony, please?”
The earl nodded, eager to help the Viscount. He wanted to make friends, as pedestrian as it sounded, during his time in London before he made his way back to Scotland and helping the man was a good way to start. "Indeed, my lord, here, let me just-" He took the hunting rifle and examined it, unjamming it with a practiced ease before handing the weapon back with a smile. "A beautiful tool. You must take me to the gunsmith who made it."
The Marquis shrugged, unwilling to let the viscount get a rise from him. What business his wife had with the man in the past was exactly that, in the past. She had been loyal and devoted to him and his children, in truth. It was more than he could have possibly asked for and he was not about to allow his darker, more paranoid thoughts cause her yet more stress.
“What, pray tell, do I have to be sorry for, Viscount? Marrying my wife? Bedding her? Loving her?”