So this was the guy, hm? He knew not of the other, and tracking him down had been a royal pain in the ass, but here he was and just in time for Christmas. A neatly wrapped present in his hands, Elliot carried a slight blush on his cheek as he handed it over. It wasn't like he was hoping he'd be happy about it or anything! He darned well be; Elliot shed blood, sweat and tears to make that home knit green scarf. "... Merry Christmas..."
Like flipping through a recently purchased notebook - one that wordlessly invites charcoal or blueberry ink to mark its pristine pages, these months have not strolled but furiously darted past emerald optics. Though momentarily mystified by this indescribably peculiar spectacle - a PERFECTLY wrapped gift being generously presented to him by one whose name he has just recently encountered, he promptly recalls the apparent fact that his own appendages are presently clinging to cherry red strings that are meant to support a bag that he has carefully filled. Inside of the green bag rests several books containing information pertaining to various tea blends and sheet music. Though neither an accomplished nor aspiring poet, he has also placed THREE poems written by himself amidst the volumes.
I've got something for you too. ❞
After taking his present, he immediately proceeds to hand over the bagged assortment of gifts.
