Happy Holidays weird girl- I have,,,literally no clue what give to you, but don't trust you to ask what do you want HaHahahahHaha! so hope that this will do. // give her one of his teeth he took just a bit early that day
Itâs not like Madoka is really accustomed to receiving gifts of any kind. They'd been pretty scarce in her childhood, when her family was hiding out from a few... particular dangers their home had encountered, and... when it was just herself, her aunt, and Shuu, the best sheâd get were tech scraps for her to dish together and make something of.Â
...Not to say she didnât just get whatever she needed to âsurviveâ or âbe comfortableâ or whatever. Her remaining family was never poor, just... never there on the big occasions.Â
It was kinda the same for her as a child, though- but more in terms of a lack of friends to pass gifts to her. It had always just been enough to have one of them around at some point close to a special day.Â
...Yuutaro, her little brother, used to try to give her his toys, or give her drawings that he did. Her father never really understood what was appropriate for her back then, either. The pocket knives he tried to offer her just got confiscated by her mother- though he did pass down her signature hairclip as a gift- and there had been that fictional series she ended up hyperfixating on for years. Her motherâs gifts had been more sensible. Practical. A Jumper, socks, shoes. Though, once, Madoka had gotten a computer that the womanâd put together,. It was a pretty amazing gift, given the rarity of the item around their neck of the woods.
...Even now, with more acquaintances, and more dynamics, it feels weird to be given anything traditionally like this. She almost hesitates in taking it, because the concept is so... foreign to her.Â
Ugh, LAME. Enough emotional DWELLING, right?
Lifting the tooth up to the light, sheâs tilting her head, observing it in silence for a moment, before jolting her head back to stare at Kisame. Her brows furrow, first in confusion, and then... it actually hits her; what this is. What itâs for. A... gift.
The urge to cry is overwhelming- but itâs quickly covered up with a big, BIG smile.
âOoh? Oh? Ohoh? Well, thankies! Someone musta really liked the
      Donât be shy! You donât have to gimmie teeth to lemme know you want moreâa this slick tongue-cave.â ---Aaaaaaand deflected! Sheâs opening her mouth, jokingly.Â
             âIâll say âaaahhâ for you.
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