...Okay, look, you probably don't remember it at all but you asked me in...I don't know. May? What I got from that stupid tree that we were all writing wishes on. You remember that? I got some stuff from home and told you I'd tell you what it was later.
[He's holding another one of those stupid scarves, but this one looks like it's wrapped around something; he shoves it at her like she straight-up demanded it, but that's just. Kind of how it goes.]
I make things like that. A lot. Not of everyone, just certain people.
[...]
...Important people. Don't make a big thing out of it.
[The scarf's purple and bright fucking neon green, but more to the point it's wrapped around one of those wooden kokeshi dolls he makes; this one's painted with light green hair and large eyes, as well as an obvious approximation of a cape and clothes in bright colors and way too many bows.
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[He's holding another one of those stupid scarves, but this one looks like it's wrapped around something; he shoves it at her like she straight-up demanded it, but that's just. Kind of how it goes.]
I make things like that. A lot. Not of everyone, just certain people.
[...]
...Important people. Don't make a big thing out of it.
[The scarf's purple and bright fucking neon green, but more to the point it's wrapped around one of those wooden kokeshi dolls he makes; this one's painted with light green hair and large eyes, as well as an obvious approximation of a cape and clothes in bright colors and way too many bows.
...Yeah.]