Pick a Gift to Impress the OC Above!

Prism knew of Anon's love of shells, and decided to get a bit... Creative!

They collected as many shells as they could, and built a nice little music box for him! It took them forever, but they were satisfied!

They put some finishing touches of little gems on it as accents, then wrapped it up specially and gave it to Anon with a smile.

"Ta-da~! I hope you like this!! I worked really, really, REALLY hard on it!"

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Prism squealed in excitement at the gift, hugging the stuffed Piplup close.

"Oh my GOSH!! I love it, I love it, I love it!! Haha, thank you so, so, so much!!"

They hugged Shrike close and spun around with her a few times, then let her go again, showering the little plush in all their love and attention.

"You like stuffed animals too, do you?" Shrike asked Prism. She spoke in a higher inflection, more sing-song than usual, as if she could even get anymore chipper. A wicked grin was planted on her face as she looked them over.

And, while she didn't know much about Pokemon, as she had always been more of a Sanrio type of kid, It'd be nice to give them something like that, she decided. More meaningful, perhaps. A shame she couldn't make plushies and... couldn't get the hang of Pokemon as already stated.

So, she reached into her bottomless pit of a case on her belt. It took her too long to pull it out, but when she did, she offered the gift to Prism. It was wrapped up in paper, but one could tell what it was pretty easily. She had a bit of a bias towards this one, too.

It was a stuffed piplup.

A new mask that covers more of her face from civilians but is just as breathable as the old one

Eyeing the young woman with the most pretentious and dry glare that one could give, Brown sighed as she took out a video camera. She seemed incredibly unenthusiastic about this for the most part, but she reckoned that maybe, just maybe this object would be of use for someone else. I obviously will not get myself involved in the humanities, so what is the point? The opportunity to have fun for a few seconds remained nonetheless, as she muttered under her breath before finally letting the camera go back down.

Once she did so, it was clear that she was abundantly amused with what she had just done. It was the easiest part of the gift-giving. Now goes the hard part. She took a step forward - camera in hand - and deftly presented it to the other lass.

"I heard that you like looking into cameras," she said wryly, "Maybe this will do you some good. You get to film everything in your wake, provided that you make sure the battery does not run out." Her mouth twitched slightly as a cool, genuinely relaxed smirk could now be seen. "Embarrassing shit other people do, times with your boyfriend... All that good stuff. You'll get to keep it as memories for times gone by. But maybe you can use it for blackmail!?" She laughed heartily at the last comment before sighing and shaking her head. "No, no, I wouldn't see you doing that. But I can see you enjoying it. Take it from me, please! I am sure that you find far more use in this object than myself."

Brown: finally..... some good fucking food.............

(jk jk here's the actual follow-up. surprising that she isn't a bitch for once.)

kafkaesque (pinging because it’s been a week since your post ówò)

“Uh, excuse me, ma’am?” Wiley said, keeping a short distance between himself and Brown. The woman had an intimidating air about her. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, about her but she made him nervous.

“I, um, I heard ya like fossils?” He held out what initially appeared to be a decently sized rock, but upon turning it over in his hands, revealed it to show a small imprint of a trilobite. “I’ve had this fer a while... I ain’t sure where I got it, and I ain’t doin’ much with it, so I reckoned it’d be better to give it ta someone who’d appreciate it! ...I-If ya want it, a’course!” He stammered for a moment before regaining his composure, offering Brown a crooked smile. “No hard feelin’s if ya don’t!”

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(The end of that read like Margo dropped the flowers and ran off—apologies if that’s not a what you intended!)

Wiley made his way to the front door as quickly and he could muster upon hearing a knock at the door—for once, nobody else was home, so it was on him to show whoever it was that was at the door some of that southern hospitality.

“Hello—“ he started, but cut himself off upon seeing that nobody was there. He looked to either side and gazed into the distance as best as he could before finally looking down.

“Oh!” He stooped down to pick up the lavender bouquet. “I reckon I might could do somethin’ with these... Wonder who left ‘em here though?”

He reckoned he’d propose adding some of the lavenders to the flower garden to his maw once his parents got home.

aidenopossum

"Sir?" she attempted to approach Wiley but she was nervous when she interacted with strangers, especially far from home. she held a bouquet of of lavenders and she hoped to just brighten up his day with a few. She made sure to knock on his door and test to see if he was home or anywhere around. When she heard footsteps approach the door, her calm demeanor fell and she dropped the flowers on his doorstep. Maybe he would use them to plant a garden or somethin.

CasualRoses

"Hmmm... you look like you might enjoy a coffee~!" Tyra pushed a freshly brewed mug of coffee along the counter to Margo, smiling sweetly to her. "It seems like you have a lot on your shoulders~! So a little pick me up might do you good, hm~? On the house too!"

"You are... something." Raphael muttered, looking her over for a few moments. Then, he grunted, his upper lip twitching alongside his mustache. "I won't say that I don't admire your work, though, as ordinary as it may be, so..." The man eased himself from his seat and approached Tyra.

He reached into the satchel slung over his shoulder and took out a small package. The bag smelled intensely of coffee beans. He offered it to her and dipped his head to her.

"These are robusta beans." he told her, "They're quite bitter, quite strong, but they do make the best coffee, yes? I'd expect you to use them wisely, though. Gods know it costs me far too much to import them."

"Mayhap it's a bit much... It's a bit much, isn't it,"  Xander muttered to himself. He had a big frown on his face while he fidget with the envelope in his hand. It was a big envelope. Made out of brown paper and smelled like just burned wax. Uneasily Xander wobbled on his feet. He then extended the letter Rapheal's direction. "I've got this invitation to the New year's ball from the emperor, but _{I really don't want to go} , " he coughed. "I , uh, have other plans that day," he said. Smiling forcefully. "You, good gent, Fuchs, should take it! And go on my behave.. Or, well at least with my invitation, not my behave," his smile became more of a nervous grin now. "I've heard, if I may be so blunt, that you're quite.. The party animal. Ha ha!" He said. Not laughed. No, he said Ha Ha out loud. "I ensure you that this party, is one you don't want to miss! _{except that I want to miss it.}" Xander nervously scratched the back of his head. "The Emperor would be there. Drinks too, heavy drinks. Wine yes! Red..Red wine! Really," Xander shook the invertation in is extended hand. "Go on, take it sir."
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He stared at the tickets as if Simon had given him literal gold. His smile grew big while he weighted the paper tickets in his hands. "Thank you sprung!" He called after him smiling brightly. He was definitely impressed. "Those are two tickets though! So if you change your mind you can..tag along!" 

"Ah! I'm glad I caught you, I've been looking everywhere for you," Ace smiled, his arms behind his back. His smile turned sheepish as he tilted his head slightly, a hint of red on his cheeks. "It's a little embarrassing, but after talking to you at the cafe I couldn't stop thinking about you. I wanted to get you something. Heh, it must sound weird. You're free to reject this, but... here!" He moved his hands forward to show a book of poetry. "One of my coworkers recommended it. I read some of it, I think you'll like it."

Catele approached Ace, carrying something that look like a perfume bottle. She stopped infront of him with a smile "Hi! I heard you are in battle field of love. Have this perfume my co-worker owns, it will make everyone totally attracted to you! Even those who hates perfume, too" Catele's tails swaying happily "I hope you like it!"

"im not a human!" she said. Pointing at her pointy ears, "see!" and with that Leika set down next to the cat Yokai. A mischievous grin tucked the ends of her mouth.
 "And I do like pranks," she said. Leika set down her bag and started to grub through it and plucked a pepper shaker out of it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but Leika's grin couldn't grew wider.
"Its filled with gunpowder," she said. Her voice humming with a conspiratorially tone. "Imagine someone wants to pepper their egg and POEM! gunpowder!" 
 

Harper walks carefully towards Leika, clutching a hunters rifle in her hands. "Here. you seem like a good shot."

Maribelle stared down at Harper. She honestly didn't really get along with other women, and nor did she think about bestowing gifts upon them very often. But, Harper had been enough help in regards to identifying the goddamn raptors that had been sneaking around the base, and besides, she assumed no one else was going to thank the scientist beyond simply paying her and sending her on her merry way. It was expected, Maribelle supposed. Expected for her to fork over something nice to the other.

The teenage girl scrunched up her face and took a step back, widening the space in between them, even if it was awkward. She had quite the personal bubble. Here, that especially seemed the case.

"I wanted to express our gratitude." she droned out, "The raptors are a pain in the ass to deal with, especially when they move too much for us to study them... Not that we really need that information for anything important. It's just good to know what they are, how to get-- how to--" She stammered for a moment as she searched through her pockets, her eyebrows furrowing as she fumbled about. "..How to, uh, get rid of them the right away, because if they're small, you can just throw them out, and if they're too big, you gotta kill them. I'd rather just kill both, though. It's easy food that way. Tastes like... strong chicken."

Maribelle was quiet another moment, before finally taking out what it was she wanted to present to Harper. It was a paper dollar clipped to a coffee-stained slip picturing a woman staring out a window with a mug in her delicate hands. The top of the slip read a single word. Free.

Maribelle shoved the money and the voucher towards Harper.

"There's a cafe in the town north of us." she informed the other, "You can use the coupon to get a free coffee, and the money's for food, like a panini, or something. You could also use the money for whatever else, though. It's a twenty, so you should be able to get something nice... I know I'm not going to use the coupon, though, so you might as well take it anyway. I could never figure out where that shop was supposed to be..."

HERE IS A FOLLOW-UP POST. maribelle appreciates the bugs.