[honestly, he's hoping a little that she'll like it and want to use it before they leave, but he doesn't say that because it's kind of embarrassing.
especially since he has no idea if she'll like it. he searched all over the city for something that seemed like it would suit her. so, a bit nervously, he'll hold the small box out for her and offer a somewhat rehearsed:]
Happy Birthday, Mary. [he practiced! okay!
the first ever birthday gift he's given, and when mary opens the box, she'll see a set of hair combs arranged neatly in a box that was designed specifically to hold them.]
[she says they're pretty, and she looks surprised, so he assumes that's the case, but he still feels like he has to ask to be sure. this is all so new to him, okay. gift-giving, birthdays...
[who looks relieved? roxas does, naturally. he's glad she likes it, of course... she looks happy about and it makes him feel like he's done a good enough job.
which is a great thing considering how hard this was for him to pull off.]
[ She'd gone without her ribbon today, so it's easy enough to finger-comb a section of hair back enough to slide the comb in. This done, she tilts her head for his inspection. ]
roxas, that's probably not the right thing to say. but he's... kind of stunned. because she looks really cute like that, and the fact that it's in part because of something he gave her—
[ She's perplexed for a second, not sure what "oh" means-- like "oh that's bad" or "oh that's not what I expected"... but when he continues, Mary's face goes pink. ]
[they have to go to the store and get actual picnic things, because he is not capable enough to actually make food good for that. but it'll work out in the end, probably.]
Yeah. Let's go. [ And this time, she'll daringly reach for his hand to tug him forward. It's apparently her birthday, she can do this for once because she wants to. ]
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[ the universal question asked by all birthday boys and girls. ]
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[honestly, he's hoping a little that she'll like it and want to use it before they leave, but he doesn't say that because it's kind of embarrassing.
especially since he has no idea if she'll like it. he searched all over the city for something that seemed like it would suit her. so, a bit nervously, he'll hold the small box out for her and offer a somewhat rehearsed:]
Happy Birthday, Mary. [he practiced! okay!
the first ever birthday gift he's given, and when mary opens the box, she'll see a set of hair combs arranged neatly in a box that was designed specifically to hold them.]
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Not that she knows that, even if he did say that a little formally, but the instant she opens the box and sees the hair combs nestled within...
Her eyes go wide. ]
Oh... they're so pretty!
[ He'd gotten these for her?? ]
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[she says they're pretty, and she looks surprised, so he assumes that's the case, but he still feels like he has to ask to be sure. this is all so new to him, okay. gift-giving, birthdays...
all of it.]
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[ Someone's excited. ]
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[who looks relieved? roxas does, naturally. he's glad she likes it, of course... she looks happy about and it makes him feel like he's done a good enough job.
which is a great thing considering how hard this was for him to pull off.]
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How's it look?
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["oh?"
roxas, that's probably not the right thing to say. but he's... kind of stunned. because she looks really cute like that, and the fact that it's in part because of something he gave her—
it's a new feeling.]
It's pretty. It's... really pretty.
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O-oh... thank you.
[ Oh. ]
T-then I want to wear it today.
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You can wear them whenever you want to. They're yours now.
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Okay, she's good to go. ]
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[they have to go to the store and get actual picnic things, because he is not capable enough to actually make food good for that. but it'll work out in the end, probably.]
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even if his face is definitely going to flush a bit from that. it never really bothered him before... but now? now he's a bit hyper-aware of things.]
Right.
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