[ falco’s thing is gift giving, not actually expecting to receive anything in turn, so when he does, eyes quietly following the other up and down the stairs— he gets a wooly scarf held out to him. he likes the colors, rubbing the wool between his fingers for that warm feel. even as he speaks there is a soft, palpable surprise to his voice, almost like a gasp. ]
You . . . Picked this out for me?
[ hold on. he definitely has to wrap his neck up now! ]
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You . . . Picked this out for me?
[ hold on. he definitely has to wrap his neck up now! ]