[There's a plate of leftover cookies in the kitchen!
Besides that, Noctis has enlisted the help of his animal companions to help with gift delivery! So at some point in the evening Crowe will find herself bothered by Carbuncle, carrying a card and a present. The card says 'You are Tea-riffic!' on it and has a hand drawn picture of a tea cup on it. Inside it has the following message in the relatively neat and graceful script of someone who was forced to do handwriting drills because "someday you're going to be writing and signing official documents":
Hey Crowe,
Thanks for everything. Including the marshmallows. I'm really glad to have been able to get to know you and to count you as a friend. Happy Holidays!
Love, Noct
Not 'Noctis Lucis Caelum.' Nope, just his nickname. Embrace the casual! There's also a doodle of Li'l Malbuddy. The coloring is kind of messy but it's still recognizable.
The present, meanwhile, is a cute sweater - except unlike this photograph, the sweater's expression changes depending on her mood.]
[Crowe thinks Carbuncle is the cat at first, about to lift it from her immediate space and set it down on the floor before she realizes the fur is blue. And he's carrying something.
The card makes her roll her eyes - between bites of leftover cookies - but the written words stop her from picking up broken cookie bits. She can feel herself, her entire inside, going What? and reading it again, and she hardly notices Carbuncle on the table, lingering with the present until she can wrap her head around the sentiment.
Only when she gets yipped at does she leave her cloud of confusion and suspiciously warm air and open the box. When she sees sweater material she's kind of worried- but. No. It's...only a little sickeningly adorable. Not exactly her style. She picks at a few of the obnoxious sequins with her fingernails.
Carbuncle is watching, intently. Crowe shakes her head and puts the sweater on. She started this, might as well finish it.
If anything else comes of it, she'll be in the kitchen, polishing off cookies and coffee and wearing this smiling flashy sweater none the wiser.]
[At some point he'll wander into the kitchen to get a drink and maybe steal a couple cookies too. Well... it's not really stealing if he made them, but that's not the point. Anyway, Carbuncle has by this time reported back and is off somewhere else at the moment, so Noctis at least knows Crowe has it - but he's delighted to see her wearing it.]
Hey. [He greets her as he snags a cactaur with a broken leg. Indicating the sweater with his eyes, he can't help but smile a bit.] Glad you like it.
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Date: 2017-12-26 07:00 am (UTC)Besides that, Noctis has enlisted the help of his animal companions to help with gift delivery! So at some point in the evening Crowe will find herself bothered by Carbuncle, carrying a card and a present. The card says 'You are Tea-riffic!' on it and has a hand drawn picture of a tea cup on it. Inside it has the following message in the relatively neat and graceful script of someone who was forced to do handwriting drills because "someday you're going to be writing and signing official documents":
Hey Crowe,
Thanks for everything. Including the marshmallows. I'm really glad to have been able to get to know you and to count you as a friend. Happy Holidays!
Love, Noct
Not 'Noctis Lucis Caelum.' Nope, just his nickname. Embrace the casual! There's also a doodle of Li'l Malbuddy. The coloring is kind of messy but it's still recognizable.
The present, meanwhile, is a cute sweater - except unlike this photograph, the sweater's expression changes depending on her mood.]
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Date: 2017-12-26 07:43 am (UTC)The card makes her roll her eyes - between bites of leftover cookies - but the written words stop her from picking up broken cookie bits. She can feel herself, her entire inside, going What? and reading it again, and she hardly notices Carbuncle on the table, lingering with the present until she can wrap her head around the sentiment.
Only when she gets yipped at does she leave her cloud of confusion and suspiciously warm air and open the box. When she sees sweater material she's kind of worried- but. No. It's...only a little sickeningly adorable. Not exactly her style. She picks at a few of the obnoxious sequins with her fingernails.
Carbuncle is watching, intently. Crowe shakes her head and puts the sweater on. She started this, might as well finish it.
If anything else comes of it, she'll be in the kitchen, polishing off cookies and coffee and wearing this smiling flashy sweater none the wiser.]
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Date: 2017-12-26 07:50 am (UTC)Hey. [He greets her as he snags a cactaur with a broken leg. Indicating the sweater with his eyes, he can't help but smile a bit.] Glad you like it.
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Date: 2017-12-26 08:07 am (UTC)[It isn't a big old knitted fish, which she worried about a little bit. So it has that going for it.]
I'm wasting time by telling you you didn't have to get me anything back.
[The card is still sitting there, open. Crowe isn't used to visible sentiment or this specific level of casual friendliness from royalty.
...Though she's more used to the latter now than she was when this whole thing started.]
These aren't half bad, for your first try. [The cookies. She means the cookies.]