#scripsitventi

@fairelance

“Oh! Hey, Tatiana!” He greets the Saint with a smile, although he’s unable to hide the worry in his eyes at the sight of the basket. Sure, the woman’s food was a mixed bag, which meant it was sometimes pretty good, but…

The cookie looks fine and good, at least, and he takes it with a nod and a bow. Still, his brow quirks, a question coming to mind. “Isn’t it your birthday? I ought to be the one giving you something, you know?”

Thankfully, he came prepared! …And by that, it was simply that he had been hoping to run into her today. Tugging at the pouch strapped to his belt, he procured his own gift, wrapped clumsily but with as much care as he could muster, and offered it to the Faithful woman. “Here ya go! Happy namesday, Tatiana!”

He’d try the cookie… later. If it was too sweet, he could always just gift it to Celica, right?

“I… assure you, I have this under control.” He sort of does. Kind of. To a degree. It’s complicated.

(( RIP albein ))

@scripsitventi said tatiana and so

“C’mon Cael, of course it’s gonna work, because I invented it.” Shiro stood on the end of the boat, sleeves rolled up and ready to catch the fish in the water using his secret technique. He leaned forward, extending his arm out to grab a particularly big one he saw, and felt the boat tip just slightly enough to send him head first into the water.

“Oh, Subaki..” Sakura finds herself speechless, holding the bouquet in her hands as she admires each piece. Even if it wasn’t trinkets or gold, she loved the colors. They were all her favorites, and it was so well made.. a mastery at the craft really.

Delthea’s spry cry draws Alm’s attention, eyes wide and fixated on the flames the colorful fire that lit the air in its playful light. It’s a beautiful display, one that draws a smile to his face that grows wider as the magic takes its intended shape. “Wow, Delthea! That’s wonderfu—”

His words sputter to a halt when he finally catches sight of the three (four?) partners in crime, roast on hand. “I... this is for me?”

He’s touched, he really is, and it shows on his face as he takes the meal in his hands, stomach rumbling at the smell. “Thanks, guys! All of you!” Surprise turns to excitement, and had Alm not been holding a very, very important gift, he might have been bouncing at the balls of his feet. “Why don’t you all join me? Meals are always better in company!”

“Oof! Hey!” Swept up his feet in a tight embrace, Alm laughs as he squirms to try and untangle himself enough to actually return some of it, and even that might be a stretch with how tight she was gripping onto him.

It’s when he’s finally free that he can laugh, pulling Corrin into a lighter hug for a few moments before pulling back. “Hello to you too.” He grins playfully, but it soon turns to a small smile. “Thanks.”