Hm...
[Jerry- The other one- approaches his counterparts drawer. Held in his arms are a large gift bag and a tiny wrapped box. His cheeks were already a tone of soft pink as he looked to the objects he held.]
Maybe I can just.. Mm- No- Its better to greet him-
//@trinket-keeper
*As has most of their relationship, today seems to be ordained by the fates. Jerry's footsteps set a stress ball in motion. The impact stress ball knocks a pencil from its cup. The pencil, shaken from its usual position, falls beside Jerry, turning his attention in the other’s direction.*
“Oh? Hey, there, pal! What brings you… ehm, what have you got there?”








