Note: This is to you Niragi, I’m sorry for being a lot of work — and I really hope you aren’t mad at me for anything, I want you to know that you can rely on me for comfort ; even if you don’t admit you like my gift aloud, you keeping everything will make me happy ; I don’t know if you will like the scent of the cologne and if you don’t that’s fine, I got you a new rifle since I know you needed one! And the flowers aren’t the best but I didn’t know if you wanted red, hope you like the gifts! -Sincerely, Haein.
Niragi raised an eyebrow as he read the note a second time before his fingers traced over the sniper rifle. He was not used to getting gifts and therefore he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. After pondering about it for a while he decided to accept the gifts. The militant wasn’t one to go and thank Haein openly, but that didn’t mean he had his own way. As he passed the other by, his new rifle leaning against his shoulder, he told him in a whisper he should be careful next time he got his hands on a weapon. He might get in trouble for it.