[ 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! ]
[Falco it's already warm in here - okay. He lets the protest die in his throat and just nods.]
I thought you might like it. It's... really cold, and you never know where you'll end up in Trench, so I just thought... it might be helpful. I want you to be safe and warm and happy.
[ he still must! he needs to see how it feels! and wool has warmth to it indeed. he has all of it wrapped enough to cover half his face, and he hooks two fingers to pull them down and reveal the much growing smile there coming from the earlier surprise. ]
I feel safe. It’s warm— and I’m so happy.
[ he must take the other’s hand with both his, now, turning his body to face him in their seats. fingers pluck at fingers and curl where they can, and through it, falco has reached his highest flushed hue of green. ]
[ aaaAAAHHHH HE IS GOING TO EXPLODE. he can’t take that with a straight, hidden face any longer! in fact, he gets so fuzzy and flustered in the good kind of way that—
[ he's pine-tree green at this point. and all this angry sort of fluster is all a mock, he's not actually upset, which shines in the way he's trying to hide a more bashful grin behind another playful stuff of the other's face. ]
Maybe you won't be able to say anything more if I put stick enough in—
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I'll be right back.
[He gets up and heads upstairs, coming down quickly with a bundle of fabric in his hands.]
I... um. Didn't get time to wrap it, but...
[He hands it over to Falco - it's a scarf, made of thick yarn in tan with blue and green ends. He thought maybe the other might like the colors?]
I hope... I hope it helps.
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You . . . Picked this out for me?
[ hold on. he definitely has to wrap his neck up now! ]
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I thought you might like it. It's... really cold, and you never know where you'll end up in Trench, so I just thought... it might be helpful. I want you to be safe and warm and happy.
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I feel safe. It’s warm— and I’m so happy.
[ he must take the other’s hand with both his, now, turning his body to face him in their seats. fingers pluck at fingers and curl where they can, and through it, falco has reached his highest flushed hue of green. ]
—How do I look?
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[He blushes a bit, ducking his head slightly.]
You look good, but you always look good, Falco. You're... really cute...
[He's more mumbling into the table at this point but it's fine! Totally fine!]
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it’s a good thing!! he has a scarf! so he could bury the rest of his face in it, scrunching the fabric up to hide up to his eyes in wool. ]
Th-thank you— f-for the scarf, that is— I think . . . You’re cute, too.
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[He did not anticipate that response. His cheeks go red and he ducks his chin into his chest.]
I... you're... you're welcome. And I'm not... I'm not that cute, I'm just... a plain-looking guy. But you just look so lovable...
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he ends up shoving a cookie into jun’s mouth. ]
We’ll see who’s cuter—
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Fafoooo!
[Why do you do this? He chews a little more and swallows.]
... This is really good. You can bake, too? ... You're even more cute.
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[ he's pine-tree green at this point. and all this angry sort of fluster is all a mock, he's not actually upset, which shines in the way he's trying to hide a more bashful grin behind another playful stuff of the other's face. ]
Maybe you won't be able to say anything more if I put stick enough in—