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Of course I would've gotten you something - um ... after I learned that you exchanged gifts on days like that, of course I would have gotten something for you, but I... . . . Probably, I would have tried to think of something else...

. . . Then, I'll look forward to that next year.

[ picking up the ring, finally, to slide it onto his left ring finger ]

[ can you even buy jewelry in multiple sizes in imeeji. if you can it's an approximation of his usual ring size, if not it's probably her size - either way the fit might be a little odd right now. ]

W-Wait! You don't have to . . .

[ i have no idea but i want to say yes because otherwise that's kind of a pain to buy gifts for people

in any case, letting it sit on his finger, closing the box ]

There, now.

Did you want to open the other box?

But -

[ flusters for a bit silently before going to open the other box, with the same level of care as earlier

albeit with a tremble in her hands? ]

[ wait either way the ring fits differently bc he's girl rn. ok.

anyway, he sets the ring's box on the low table while she opens the other box, careful to keep a certain distance; inside is a beige colored star stitch slouch hat, with a crocheted flower - a pink, simplified carnation with three layers of petals ]

Oh - ...

[ taking it into her hands and lifting it out of the box gingerly, feeling out the rim with her fingertips

softly, still a little keyed up from the ring nervousness ]

... It's really pretty . . .

Haha, I did my best.

[ reaching, under the bed to pull out a medium sized gift wrapped box for her - unlike the other two this one is a silver wrapping, with gold-red-beige ribbons ]

Alright, that's it for Christmas presents. Now, here is my anniversary present to Dia-san.

I'll -

I'll get you something else for Christmas too...

[ glancing up at the next box finally, face thoroughly red by this point ]

More than presents, I'm just glad you're here with me this Christmas.

[ offering it to her ]

Still, I think I should think of something, right...? Even though you know I don't need anything either, you still got all of these things for me, didn't you?

[ opening it up, as gently as ever ]

Well, I wanted to do it. I didn't think I should. It isn't a duty of yours, either.

[ inside are two handsewn plushes! one is recognizably lucifel, white haired and wearing pink, and the other is whisky, round ears and cat sweater and noticeable face scars. ]

Then I want to -

[ she ends up cutting herself off, of course, as she actually sees the contents of the box. That's

She can't bring herself to say anything at all, really, just gazing down at them, expression - ]

[ she's beside herself, clearly, by the weak sound of her breath, her wide eyes and flushed face, ]

- Ah . . .

[ and then she squeals with plain, unrestrained joy, beaming as she scoops them up into her arms ]

They - they're amazing...!

[ . . . relaxing a little, exhaling ]

Happy anniversary, my dear.

Thank you . . .

[ gesturing him closer too, excited ]

[ leaning in! :o ]

[ it's - nervewracking still, oddly, to have him so close; there's a barely suppressed trembling to her fingertips as she pulls him closer, a marked hint of anxiety to her eyes despite the smile on her face, but

She has to hurry up and push past this, she thinks, she's fine and they're fine, so she leaning forward she attempts to press their lips together ]

[ none of that goes over his head; as happy as he is to see her happy, he's no more or less surprised that she's still afraid nor that she's trying to push past it anyway -

so, when she leans forward to kiss him, he lifts his left hand up, moving it between their lips - so that hers would touch the ring ]

[ glancing at him with just her eyes, questioning, seemingly a bit startled just briefly by the cold against her lips, by the abruptness - she's silent, lips still against the ring ]

[ from the other side, kissing the metal band briefly, chaste, and then drawing back ]

. . . Now, I think the rice must be done.

[ softly, oddly winded ]

... Mn. You're right . . .

[ slowly . . . Setting the plushies down so she can stand ]

[ standing up properly, going for the door ]

I'm glad you like them, though.

They're really cute . . . Even if I already have pillows too, I'm really excited to put them with the others when I get home.

[ a pause ]

But - um... was this what you were doing...?

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