They were absolutely atrocious and much too small to even be worn. It was a miracle alone that he hadn't snapped the knitting needles in half while crafting them. But he hoped the thought would be enough. "Happy birthday, Emm." He says, handing the box over. Inside were the 'traditional' socks with what was meant to be regal patterns. "Maybe they can keep your fingers tips warm at least... haha..."
Emmeryn puller her socks out of the box, admiring the stitching. Obviously he’d made them himself, and that filled her heart with warmth.
“They’ll make the most amazing fingerpuppets.” She insisted, kissing his cheek. “I love you so much, Chrom!” And then, she slipped one “sock” onto her pointer finger, and she poked his nose.
Boop!












