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"Here, take this." Quill held his open hand towards Allegro, his gaze to the side to avoid eye contact. On the palm of his hand was a quaint butterfly brooch, decorated with blue and purple stones. Now, Quill wasn't one to give gifts, but this was a special occasion. A truly unbelievable circumstance.
He felt bad.
"It's an apology" he said, his cheeks flushing red. "Because I yelled at you. At the salsa festival." he added. "I mean I yell at you... often... But this was a different kind of..." His words turned into mumbles. This was embarrassing. "If- if you don't like it, I can get you something else!..."

"Another eye patch user, are you?" Helena smirked at the man beside her. Compared to this gentleman, she stood an entire foot taller at 6'11".

"Do not underestimate the need for multiple eye patches during your journeys," Helena explains in a monotone as she reveals her own right eye... or at least lack of.

She offers him some extra eyepatches made of various cut cloths and colors. "Do any of these interest you? If you like one, go and take one."

"You must be careful while exercising." Maurice's voice was gently chiding, maybe more amused by Helena than frustrated or irritated in any way. "Even someone so powerful cannot be exempt from this rule. That is why..."

The older man turned away, and after seconds of rooting around in his duffle, placed a parcel before Helena. "It's a waterskin. Simple enough for you, I'm sure, but there's nothing wrong with simple things, is there? I've not much to give, unless you like novels, but I have to keep my books. She'll become forlorn without them." He paused, and then went on to open the package for Helena. Inside was, of course, a waterskin. It was crafted from goat leather, closed with a wooden plug.

"It's an interesting thing, however." he continued on, "And... a bit gross. After a long time of no exercise, you can cough up blood. It's generally harmless." He stopped again, and then sighed. "And then, if you don't drink enough water, your body weakens in general. At least I drink water, even if I don't, ah, exercise very often. I'm old. It makes me too sore. You have time before your body starts hating you, I suppose."

Milo looked at the shorter yet…larger, man. He had always sucked horribly at gift giving. The thoughts of getting the wrong Gift pervaded his mind on an almost constant level. Leading him stuck between two gifts that could both either go great or horribly. The main issue this time was his lack of funds

Rent was coming up, so he could only afford one gift rather than taking the easy route of buying one. Thankfully however, he was able to come up with a unique solution. The whispers of Maurice’s former hobbies had reached his ears and sent lightbulbs off in his head. Having scrambled to grab what he wanted to get the gentleman, he gave a smile to him. 

“So uh- I heard you liked coin collecting so-“ pulling from behind his back he had what looked like a huge game board folded in on itself 4 times. Unfolding the board revealed to be a large map of the world with circular bits missing. In a few of the missing areas were coins all ready collected “it’s a bit weird, but I heard you liked collecting coins. So I thought I might give ya something I tried doing back when I travelled a bit more-“

      “Here’s a a copy of one of my journals.” She smiled and handed it to Milo. “There’s plenty of notes on monsters and creatures in there. I hope you enjoy it!” Andrina wasn’t used to giving out things, but she was happy to make someones day.

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   She smiles. “Thanks a lot!”

Little warning: Haia likes to swear, like it happens at least once whenever she speaks.

Haimati, not a particularly social woman scoffs. She looks from the unwanted books in her hands to the girl across the street. She doesn't particularly enjoy spreading joy, but whatever, she doesn't need these anyways. "I heard you talking about being a monster biologist. I started studying them but, I've found that I'm more of a demonology person." She holds out her hold textbooks. "Those assholes running the book shop won't buy 'em back and I don't need 'em any more so..."

Marcus knew that look all too well. A mask used to lie to everyone. But one and only person the face lied to was oneself. He especially hated seeing a woman like this, hurt and sad. That was a duty of a soldier, to protect women and children from the ugly of this world. Ughh.... Why must he be such a weak man underneath it all... A lady always pains him, but it pains him more to see a lady like this... This is why he always stays away from a lady and matters of them... Always...

But of course, Marcus was still just a man. A stupid foolish man who knew little about the needs and wants of a woman. What will impress her? Alcohol perhaps? It had always worked for him. Her back was facing him, he standing rather far behind her at the bars. The soldier walks forward to Haimati until they met shoulder to shoulder, then glances over towards her. Casually handing over a beer. Simple. But perhaps that is what she needed. "What brings you to this dump of a tavern? Ha."

A military man, hm? not altogether too uncommon of a connection for the thief to make. Though he could sense there was something missing in the older man's spirit. Longing... was perhaps the feeling the youth would use to describe what he felt from the guy. Though for what he had no idea. After a bit of hmming over the subject he gets up from his seat and glides over the well worn wooden planks of the barroom floor. 

"Pardon me, If I may be so bold. I won this recently, you see. but I have no use for it. Perhaps you could take someone out for a nice time. Or gift it yourself, you seem like you know your way around the bar." and as he passes by on his way towards the door he leaves a pair of tickets for a trip to the closest theme park. 

Salvador shakily held out a telegram into Perrotte's direction. It surely didn't look impressive. The paper, once white had now a old-bone like yellow to it. The ink that made out the words had ugly dried and smeared. The telegram was wet. A humid piece of paper with ink smears.
"It's the Citywatch record," Salvador breathed. His chest still heaving, sweat forming on his forehead. He had run to Perrotte. Something he now regretted. " 't Tells you where they are posted. 't Tells you which captain is leading which patrol," he said."To avoid, to blackmail." Salvador's hand was getting cold.

"It's a very.. Reliable record," the Half added in a forced hashed tone. He even leaned toward the other thief. Salvador used his free hand to cover his mouth. Just in case.
"'t's worth some pieces of gold and ivory," he said. Salvador wasn't bluffing. The paper was quite valuable in skillful hands. The aspirant shook his head. "But you can have it. As a gift…" Salvador leaned back, his fingers still tightly wrapped around the telegram. "If-" he dared. Salvador directly eyed the well known thief. "If you take me with you. I am reliable too. I can pickpocket, I can charm locks. I can dance like you. I can count your coins.." Salvador's eyes were wide. "And in return you.. You can maybe teach me a thing or two."

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Salvador's counter gift (egg = mints)

Slamming a bible on the table (or desk) inside of Salvador's room, he releases a heavy exhale. It'd been a few hours since he'd arrived, but he'd spent majority of the day alone, waiting for the blonde to come home. When he eventually had shown up, they'd talked a bit and he'd forgotten why he was there in the first place; which was to bring him a gift. In the past, Cyrus had arrived with various things, such as McDonalds, one of Nirvana's albums, a shirt with a happy face on it and even a miniature figure of Santa Claus that was supposedly 'haunted'. But today was different. Today he really had something he considered to be: fairly likeable.

"This isn't what I brought for you." Placing a hand on the front of the bible, he fishes around in the pockets of his pants. "It's actually this." Presenting a stone in his palm, he offers it out to the other. The color is a vibrant purple with a smoky orange in the middle of it. It's around the size of his actual hand and it's smooth, obviously tumbled and polished. "It's a form of amethyst. They're helpful with talking to the dead." He'd remembered the whole spiel Sal had about wanting to rise the dead and thought -- maybe he wants to find a lost dead one. 

he's weird af i am so sorry 

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"Dead one," a familiar voice addressed Cyrus in the empty forest, a platinum topped head peeking out from behind a nearby tree. "I was the one who found you this time." She remarked, upon her face a charming smile that was neither fully true nor entirely false. The serpent approached him, gliding effortlessly across the grass before coming to a halt in a spot that most would consider a touch too close for comfort. The goddess seemed not to mind their proximity as she rummaged in one of her long sleeves, her veridian skirts displaced by the warmth of a rogue summer breeze. A few quiet moments passed between the two before the serpent produced a small cotton pouch. Dyed a light green and tied shut with a leather cord, the contents jingled like tiny shards of glass as she offered it to him, her hand lingering for a moment as he took it before withdrawing. 

The goddess studied him as the quiet man loosened the strings, revealing dozens of tiny scales. Iridescent and fine, the light refracted in a brilliant array of color when held to the sun, each one producing it's own unique kaleidoscope.

"I'll not be here for long; for I must depart to continue on my journey," the pale woman explained, her expression unreadable, "-though should you ever find yourself desiring my company, you needn't chance it to fate."

Holding a scale between her index finger and thumb, when applying a little pressure, the tiny treasure shattered into thousands of grains of sand. The brilliant holographic particles drifted effortlessly through the air as if they'd a mind of their own before turning to seek out their origin; collecting beneath the serpent's left eye. They were hers. Her scales. Unexpectedly, the serpent had truly put some thought into this, as strange as the gift was. It was her first time giving a gift to a friend, after all.

(CRIES no i love him sm his character is great!!! also if anyone is weird it's jordyn lmao 'yes so my gift is a bag of the equivalent of my fingernails, definitely not creepy. enjoy.' TYSM for the reply ✨✨✨)

Cleo has had a bit too many run-ins with legendary deities, that doesn't mean she's used to them though. How would Cleo impress them? Cleo rummaged through her satchel desperately, but managed to find a large, deep blue rock. 

"Here." Cleo said as she held the rock out to Jordyn. "It's a water stone. I have plenty, I don't need this one." The rock glimmered in the suns rays. "Um, I know it isn't much, but it's the best I've got right now." Cleo anxiously searched through her satchel again. 

"Oh! Here, you can have this too, it might be of more value." She pulled out a small, but pure gold sphere. "A bandit dropped this." She explained. "They're worth a lot." 

Cleo takes the milkshake from Dragon and takes a sip. Her eyes alight with joy. "Wow ! This is amazing ! I've never tasted anything like this ! Thank you so much !"

"I-It must be a b-big responsib-bility to have to c-catch so many big m-monsters," Dragon mumbled without looking up at Cleo, instead looking nervously at the drink in his hands. After a second, he held it out to her, still looking down nervously. "I-It's not much, b-but a m-milkshake c-can help you s-since it's food, a-and it's really t-tasty!"

"Sweet child!" Shrike's annoying voice rang out. Finally, she found him, and perhaps not at the best moment. Then again, was there really a best moment to meet Shrike?

But, clearly she had been searching for Dragon, and so pranced up to the boy like the chump she was, her pearly whites showing. So casually -- and yet, strangely, so not-casually -- she slid in beside him and shook what was in her hand. A see-through plastic bag, within the obvious cover of a bright-colored DVD case: Bluey: Seasons 1 & 2.

"It reminded me of you!" she crowed, "So cute! So much like you! And it is about dogs! You like dogs, right?" She was just assuming there. She was also just assuming he was, like, ten, and ten-year-olds loved the same things as literal toddlers. Obviously. Whatever. She held the bag out to him. "Will you take it? We can watch it together! I can make Hungry-Mans!"