If the truth be told here, too—Ryo wasn’t exactly the best at accepting gifts. They made her feel uncomfortable and oddly squeamish inside. She never knew how to react to them, not even as a child when she had the pleasure of celebrating Christmas with her parents. A trait that would only make this experience considerably worse, seeing as she had abandoned the festive holiday for the past couple of years. It took her a while to actually realise that Ichiru was holding out a small box, golden orbs staring up at him longer than usual, her brain too busy preoccupied with all the conflicting emotions beginning to arouse with this simple gesture. “O-oh.” She spoke quietly, a very faint blush starting to materialise across her cheeks as she reached out and hesitantly took the box from his grasp. “You… didn’t have to.”
To say the least, it more than a little awkward as he handed over the box, standing nearby while he waited for her to open it. What was he supposed to say for something like this? He’d already said merry christmas, so was there really anything else that he had to say? He didn’t have to explain himself, he hoped; people, friends, got each other presents on holidays and this is just what he was doing. He also hoped that it was evident that the two were more than just a couple of a friends. Even though their more intimate times had been few and far between, they still existed and if Ichiru remembered them so vividly, he knew Ryo did as well. Scratching the back of his neck, he only nodded, wondering if now was a proper time to get into what he needed to say.
“I felt like I should— Not every day is Christmas and, well… You’re special.”
Well, what on Earth do you buy boys for Christmas? Hunter or not, they were difficult to shop for. And it’s not like she could even bake, for it would’ve been the easy option—to give him cookies or something. But unless he wanted the inevitable food poisoning, it was safe to stay away from such complex ideas. Instead, maybe it was about time she gave him back that shirt she stole (by accident, of course) a few months back… when things were just a little more at ease around them. But, you know… regardless of her crappy gift ideas, there was no escaping this kind of awkward.
To be honest, he would have been completely fine with getting nothing for Christmas. He didn’t do anything that warranted presents— in fact, he’d been… well, if there was a Santa, he’d probably be on the naughty list. But, that wasn’t how things worked and he knew that even as he fiddled with the box in his hands. The bracelet was nothing special, just silver, just plain. For someone he liked, he knew next to nothing about her. Asking Kaito would have been…strange, and asking Taito was just— not an option anymore. Biting his lip, Ichiru stood from his spot. There wasn’t really a designated time for presents, and it was starting to get late. Better late than never, right?
“Ah— Ryo. Merry Christmas.” Holding out the box.
But, he’s pretty sure that hunter girls don’t care much for flowers (though, that might be a bit stereotyped), so he has a box with a bracelet in it and a head full of words that he hoped might form coherent sentences when said aloud.
|kurochitanaka: "Merry Christmas!"and a new muffler for Ichiru. "You're always out somewhere, I wanna make sure that you're warm!"|
“Ah, Kuro— Thank you.” Now he feels bad for not getting many people gifts. He’s been a bit preoccupied with some other things, but maybe he should at least stop and get her flowers tomorrow, or something like that— Girls liked flowers, right? “Merry Christmas.”
“Casually ask Ryo what she wants for Christmas for me.”
“I can’t even ask my own brother what girls like to get as Christmas gifts.”