Your OC Gifts To The OC Below!

Roswell softly squated to get on eye (he only got one) level with your character. "Oi know it's not de best gift, but it's darn useful," he said. "Oi made them (and wore them) meself," he paused. Before slowly removing his hands from behind his back. The anticipation was almost tengable in the cold winter air.

Socks.
Roswell showed your character socks.
"They are socks." Thanks captain obvious. "Made av de foinest goat wool, pure sturdy an' warm," he said. As he dangled the socks in front of yer eyes. "Yer can wear dem, chew them, use dem as a facecloth. It's multifunctional really," he said. "Oi've done all of these things." He said before forcing them in your hands/claws/mittens.

"Yer welcome."

_{(Ahshhe dw me too, I would die for Serpent though. Little scaled weasel 😭😤🙏🏻Have fun with your socks Serpant ilu.)}

Flavio was not a fan of fruitcake. It wasn't the cake itself that was the problem, but the ingredients people often used put him off. But, perhaps the pumpkin would be beneficial in such a recipe. Oh, he could only hope...

There was a long silence as he peered from his visor at the bread presented to him by the ghoul, reminders of basic etiquette ringing through his mind. He knew that he didn't want to offend Tor, him being a couple hundreds years older, and Flavio was taught not to disrespect his elders, but the words were right on his tongue to spit out something less than favorable. But, he couldn't be rude. Tor spoke no words -- aside from the little dash of telepathy, if that even counted -- but, by the gods, his tail flopped around like a puppy's.

And... Flavio couldn't bring himself to be an asshole.

He leaned down to take the loaf from Tor, offering him a polite nod. "Thank you." he whispered, "I'm sure that my wife will very well enjoy it... She likes things like this, especially. I'm sure I will, too. I like... pumpkin..."

"Everyone needs to learn about the world around them." Flavio said to the other party, "I've always found fantasies to be frivolous and... sometimes, for the wrong people, they can be the worst form of escapism." If only his aforementioned wife heard him, he'd probably get his ass kicked for shitting on fiction again, but that's fine. Everything's fine! He was simply, permanently a dick, and also a tree-hugger. He was determined to turn the person before him into either of those things, as he turned to pluck a book from the mahogany shelf within his office.

"This is a basic guide to Durutan wildlife... Not Yene wildlife, and I'm not sure if it would be the same as yours, but it's for you, nevertheless." He flipped open the book to reveal the sketched illustrations on the pages. "It goes over the uses of different plants and animals, such as the revered use of deer velvet and echinacea..."

"I hope it isn't too long, either." he said, as he closed the book and extended it out towards the other, "It's only three hundred pages, and it's not as if it's a book you would commonly read front to back."

flavio's reaction to book slander

Ken rudely swiped the book out of Flavio's hands and flipped through the pages, his face twisting into a mix between insulted and confused. "What? I can't read this! It's in a weird language!" he snapped while waving the book around. "What is it? Frickin'... alien?!" He pulled the book closer to glare at it once again. It was entirely possible that he COULD read it, just didn't want to. "At least it has pictures," he grumbled before looking at Flavio again. "Wait, what's Dur... Der... Dorian and Ween? I've never heard of those. Are you making these up? You're making them up, aren't you?! I'm not falling for such a stupid prank!"

"Check it out." Grinning, Ken unrolled what was in his hands to show a poster of his band. He was at the front of the poster, though it was hard to really tell the angry, smug man holding the poster was the very same one that looked so happy and friendly. "It's got an autograph from everyone in the band. Super rare. You jealous? Don't answer, I already know. Well guess what? It's all yours." He let go of the bottom, the poster snapping up into its rolled state again, and he handed it to you. "Thank me later."

"I...eh..." the teenager managed to mutter, squeezing her nails into her palm. She lowered her hand from her chin, eyeing the poster cautiously. She allowed her lips to smack, allowing her expression to shift into a concerned expression.

"If it's that rare, shouldn't you—" Zinnia abruptly fell silent, biting her lip. At first, this man was bragging about the rarity of his poster; now, the poster was haphazardly handed over to the teenager. She stared at the rolled up poster, visibly confused at the exchange that just happened.

"Ehm, th...thanks," Zinnia muttered, furrowing her eyebrows before shooting Ken a strained smile.

"I'll, uhm, I'll keep it safe." After she paused to stare at the rolled-up poster one more time, she pulled it closer to her before she turned around and shuffled away.

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"Ooh, wait, don't leave yet! I wanna go grab you something! Wait here!" Zinnia gasped, pushing herself off the floor, where she was previously seated. She shuffled into her kitchen, only returning a few minutes later. She smiled before arriving in front of the second party, presenting the container in her hands to them.

"Well...I made brownies!" the teenager squeaked, allowing her eyelashes to flutter before she popped open the lid and tearing off a chunk of one of the desserts. She held it up to the second party's mouth before she slowly lowered her hand down to their chin.

"Wait, before I give them to you... you're able to eat nuts, right? They do have them. Oh, and also, if you don't like these, I can bake something else...for when we go hang out...next time. Here you go," she exhaled, using her other hand to offer the second party the container of brownies.

Carbon’s eyes narrowed when she noticed that the contents of the container were not carbonara, or any other type of spaghetti for that matter. She didn’t like wasting her time with anything unrelated to spaghetti or climate change. She was tempted to escape through the window then and there, as she had more important matters to tend to than daring to eat anything that was not spaghetti.

“Listen, kid, I have to get back to w-“ she began, when suddenly the younger girl held a chunk of the strange dessert an inch from her mouth.

Carbon recoiled, speechless. How dare this foolish mortal try to commit such a vile act against her?! Attempting to make her eat something that was not spaghetti?! Absolutely revolting.

“Yes, it is physically possible for me to eat nuts,” she said after collecting her thoughts. “but I would not do so in a hundred thousand years. Nuts are not spaghetti, and therefore are a sin against the very structures of the universe. And there will not be a ‘next time.’ I’ve never trusted mortals, but now less so than ever before. Insinuating that I should eat non-spaghetti...keep that little container of yours. It will probably come in useful when I pollute your town’s entire air supply, and you need somewhere to cry into during your last moments on the planet.”

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Without any hesitation, Carbon forcefully placed down the urn onto the table in front of her. The urn was decorated with light pink and purple glitter paint. 

“So, long story short, I broke into someone’s house and just took everything I could carry. When I got out of there, I grew fond of this urn for its unique shape, but thought its original colors and design were...a bit too dull for my liking. After I painted over it, I stopped caring about it and didn’t know what to use it for anymore. That’s why I’m giving it to you!”

She pushed the urn closer to the other side of the table.

“It has someone’s ashes in it; I think it might be someone’s mom or something. I would normally ask for money in exchange for this, but hey, it’s the season of giving, and I also used it as an ashtray for about ten cigarettes already, so I imagine you wouldn’t want to pay that much for it anyway. So...? What do you think?”

"Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Alaire exclaimed as she stared at the urn in front of her. "Who in their right minds would gift anyone a fucking urn?! It's kinda cute, tho. Kinda. But still! You freak!" The fallen angel pushed  the 'gift' away a little bit more agressively than she intended to, thus making it fall. "Oh fuck!" Alaire quickly placed her hands on  the urn, but it was too late - the ash had already spilled all over the table. "Fuuuuuck!" The pink-haired girl groaned as she buried her face in her palms only to jump up the second later, cursing and screaming. Her hands, and now her face as well, were covered in ash she accidentaly got on her hands while trying to stop the urnfrom its fall. "That's enough. I'm outta here! Keep this shit for yourself!"

 "Soooo here ya go~!" Smiling cheerfully Alaire pushed something small and square with a cute pink bow on the top of it right in the person's hands. "It's something, like, super rare and cool! It's a CD! But not just a regular CD! It's our last album with our autographs~!" The angel was so excited that she was literally screaming.

 "Oh and don't even think about fucking sellin' it! It's a copy just for ya~!"

(OTTO IS SO MEAN IM SORRY)

Otto blinked half-bored, half annoyed at the arrogance of someone gifting a cd of their own band. To expect anything but a slight tilt of the head and a gruff 'whatever' of the janitor would be hopeful thinking, though. Otto shrugged his shoulder, tucking the cd into his coat as he huffed an annoyed chortle at the angel.

"You think I should be impressed by this, huh?" He waved a hand in her general direction as he begun to turn away, "Maybe pick someone who would care about something so....pretentious as a gift. I'm not swayed by value."

....Though, something made the janitor pause.

"....Maybe that girl that visits here would want this instead. ....Perhaps."

Odd of Otto to think of one other than himself. Perhaps Alaire's gift wouldn't go to waste after all.

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The ghoul snickered slightly, "You want a gift huh? In this hell-hole of a carnival? Fine. I'll give you a prize."

Otto rummaged around the broken down prize-shop, pulling out a dusty, broken up teddy bear, "Here. This is about as good as you'll ever get from me."

Nevermind the fact this was stolen from another ghoul of the carnival, it was clear the janitor was trying to send a double-edged meaning instead of being truly kind. The beige bear had clearly seen better days, with one of its ears missing, as well as an eye and its nose. The bear might've been cuter back in the day...

"Now get out of my sight before you look like this thing."

"Thanks, I guess." Michael takes the bear in his free hand, uncertain of his feelings on the matter. This ghoul had made it obvious he's doing nothing that should be considered kind or friendly. Yet, being as he's never had a stuffed animal before, this bear is the nicest and only stuffed animal he's been given. It's strange to think about. Rather than dissect those feelings in front of Otto, he shrugs and walks away from the prize booth. 

"I hadn't a clue what you'd like," The man starts, "But I'm told I make a mean cheesecake."

Michael offers the plastic container out, the see-through lid allowing a view of a cheesecake topped with strawberry drizzle and whipped cream. A closer look, and it's not hard to tell real effort and care has been put into it. Someone really tried to make the thing taste and look good.

"Just bring the container back once you're done, y'know? If you don't want it, I can shoulder it onto someone else. No worries." He shrugs dismissively, voice flippant.

Fluffu held the pink rose in her hand. She was flattered that someone would give her such a nice thing but...  
Fluffu didn’t have a vase. She desperately searched the village for a pottery shop but unfortunately no one made pottery there. So instead she visited her neighbors hoping she could borrow a vase. It had been 2 hours and she was still running around with a rose. Then she remembered....
 
SHE HAD A VASE AT HOME THE WHOLE TIME. 

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Fluffu stared into the sunset, her ginger fur blending with the pink rays of light. She turned to see a stranger watching the sunset just as she was.  
Fluffu walked up to the stranger. The stranger turned, startled. Fluffu handed the stranger a sketchbook with a single line of words on the first page that said: oejfjdowodj

Because Fluffu is a kitten and doesn’t know what a sketchbook is.

"Ahh... thank you?" The sketchbook seemed heavy in his hand as Skye thought briefly of what to do in this situation. He knows nothing of this kitten, who did nothing wrong and simply handed him a gift. Granted, it's not the most useful, but when was the last time someone gave him something without anything in return?

"Don't worry, they're my old clothes. Hopefully, my brother would be a bit useful and help you tailor them."

"I do know a tailor or two. Since Diluc here seemed invested in you, perhaps I shall keep a closer eye then--"

Skye shook his head, earning a tilt from the cat. He doesn't know what matter of creature it is (no cat in Teyvat is this smart, after all) and he feels his time is almost up to find something interesting for that damned Primordial...

He keeps his eyes closed, as he smiles once again, perhaps a tad bit colder than what he's used too.

He spares the kitten from the Primordial's gaze.

Maybe he'll find something else along the way.

"Oh, hey there." He greets a stranger politely, his usual smile presenting itself on his face. The pink-haired man grabbed something inside his pocket, letting a blue piece of semi-liquid stone settle on his free hand while he beckons the newcomer closer with his other.

"I'm surprised someone else had the courage to go at this place alone. Judging by your outfit and equipment, I doubt you're here to fight an Oceanid, correct?" He laughs at the genuine look of confusion on the stranger, shaking his head from his mirth.

'What an interesting fellow. But perhaps not interesting enough for it...'

"Here. Take this as a... shall we say, reward for your courage." He hands the cleansing heart without much hesitation before turning and heading off towards the opposite direction of the newcomer.

"My advice, Traveler? Try not to head that way. Only fools and reckless idiots traverse that path. Ahh, I guess I am one too." He muttered, as he disappears off to who knows where.

((Spoiler'd because this came out a lot longer than I intended it to be LOL))

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"Hey! Hey, you! Yes, over there, you. Don't just stand there, come over!"

Peeking his head right around the corner of a rather shady alleyway without a care, Ban waved over the stranger eagerly, a rather (too) excited expression on his face.

"Good! You've finally come over. Listen, I don't normally do this, but Lotty will get mad again if she sees my latest concoction. The last candy I took, ahem, may or may not have sent me directly out of this plane of existence. Anyway, that doesn't matter! What DOES matter, though, is that I have made what is probably the best one yet! Check it out!"

Shoving his hand in his pocket, Ban pulls out what appears to be a rather strangely cute wrapped candy. Black smoke seemed to be emanating from it, as well as the faint scent of vanilla. Just as one would think it couldn't get anymore strange, the skull-shaped "wrapper" even let out a cough.

"Ah! Knock it off, you! You're going to scare them away!!" 

As if it had heard him, the skull-shaped wrapper's expression somehow seemed to have turned a bit...dejected.

"Anyhow! Take it, eat it, give it to a friend, ^{an enemy}, whatever! Just think of it as a freebie from yours truly. Just make sure it gets used or it'll go bad!"

His eyes flicker over toward the skull-shaped candy, which now appeared to be sulking.

"But probably not in the way you're thinking. Hehe. I gotta run now, but do have fun with that little thing, I assure you, no matter what you choose, there will be a surprise in there somewhere!"