"i was going to wait until tomorrow, buuuut..." you gently press a small box wrapped in pinks and reds into hilda's hands with a grin. inside are a pair of earrings and a matching necklace. the craftsmanship might not be as high quality as she's used to, but you made them yourself and you think you did a pretty good job matching her tastes! that's got to count for something, right? "happy early birthday, hilda. i hope you like these- they took a lot of tries to get just right."
THE PROCLAMATION IN ITSELF is enough to pique her attention, being fully aware of what was to come the following day. A fun, special day — her birthday. It’s a day she’s always loved, ( who didn’t love their own birthday? —— ) a day for her to bask in utmost blissful laziness, good wishes, and gifts. Even still, the small box pressed into her hands comes as a bit of a surprise regardless. Long lashes flutter as carmine irises flicker from the box, then to his face and back again. ❝ Y’know, while gifts are nice and all…you really didn’t have to. ❞ A bluff, an attempt to hide her clear pleasure of the offering.
DELICATE FINGERS, GLOVELESS in her more relaxed state of dress, gently pluck away at ribbons and wrapping ( careful not to rip anything, of course —— ) as a content hum begins to trill along in the back of her throat. Honestly, it doesn’t matter what he gives her. He’s her best friend, someone near and dear to her heart — more so than he likely realizes — and that in itself was a greater gift than some trinket…not that she’s one to look a gift horse in the mouth either way, of course.
❝ Claude… ❞ THE SIGHT OF THE EARRINGS AND NECKLACE is a welcome one, one that leaves her speechless for a moment as she lifts the chain of the pendant from its resting place to inspect it closer. She can tell it’s handmade, — clumsily so, but crafted with a lot of care — and it briefly reminds her of her own earliest made creations. ❝ Geez, you really went all out for lil’ old me, huh? ❞ She can’t even begin to imagine how long this must have taken him, though she has a good estimate given his recent absences and how stubbornly he’s been avoiding her as of late. Well, it all adds up now, anyway.
PULLING THE EARRINGS FROM THEIR PERCH NEXT, a smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she loops them into place before dangling the necklace out towards him. The mirth in her eyes is unmistakable, though she does have one little demand ( request, really —— ) of him now. ❝ I love them, but I can’t very well go showing them off if you don’t help me put this on first. Unless you want me to break a nail trying. ❞ She has to tease him a little, — she just can’t help herself — even as her cheeks redden slightly, her smile widening in obvious giddiness and amusement alike.
❝ And before you peg me as being “ungrateful”…thank you. ❞
