No matter what, it's important to Ralsei to give Kris their birthday dues. Of course, it's not the first time he's offering something because he thought to do it for Kris, but... It's less purpose-filled this time, and more because he genuinely wants to make them happy today. Perhaps that's a silly thought, but...
"Kris?"
His voice is soft. Even after a month he's cautious around them, simultaneously on edge and comforted at the same time. Kris... always creates more feelings in him than he knows how to deal with.
"Umm... It's your birthday today, isn't it? I... I made you something. I-I thought you might like it...!"
It's nothing extravagant. Just a scarf that he knitted. It's hefty. Not quite like their ascot, since it's built more for practicality and warmth, though it's got some flow to it. Most striking about it is the brilliant red color.
... he thought it matched their eyes.
"Th-though, if you don't want it, that's okay. I can make something else..."
Of course, he'd love to gift them something piano related -- something more meaningful, to them -- but he hasn't quite got the funds for that.
Ah... they can't even blame Tenna for this one (mostly because they don't know if Tenna even knows he's there). But they can still be a bit disturbed by Ralsei's knowledge. It isn't the first time he's shown that he knows more than he lets on, but... this is kind of the first time it's been so pointedly personal.
Only a couple people know what day it is, and... they were kind of hoping to keep it that way. Ralsei... doesn't need to worry so much about them. After everything the Soul - they made him do, and made him witness...
It's enough to make his throat tight.
You don't need to be nice to me.
Kris hesitates before accepting the bundle of knit material, holding it carefully in their hands as if they were afraid to hold it too tight.
"Oh- how did..." They trail off, clearing their throat a little. They hold the scarf closer, ducking their head and obscuring their view of him with their hair. It was so soft and warm, and while they appreciate being thought of...
There's so many feelings they can't sort out, and their throat feels too tight to get words out properly.
You're free, you know. You don't have to be nice to me.
Their vision blurs - fuck. Are they really tearing up about this?
They sniffle and wipe at their eyes with the back of their sleeve. There aren't a lot of tears, but there's a couple, and that's more than they wanted to shed over something like this. They don't even know if they should be crying about this.
"I love it." They take a slow breath, wrapping the scarf around their neck and half hiding their face in it. "Thanks., Ralsei"
