kelly had gifted static a brand new fedora. it was black with dark grey pinstripes.
Static smiles-- playfully placing his usual fedora atop Kelly’s head, and wearing that gifted one instead. “Thank you, I love it-- though, that reminds me...” Did he really forget? Not likely, but he’d use that as a smooth transition.
He reaches into the pocket of his vest, taking her hand-- placing a small item inside of it. A heart-shaped locket on a delicate chain, with beautiful etching on it- made of the very same sort of titanium that composed Static himself.













