he usually gets quite a bit of gifts this time of year–coworkers, his parents. sebastian never asks for anything, as he feels he can get anything on his own. the fact that lydia seems to have gone out of her way to bring him all of this settles a feeling in his stomach. warmth. fondness. his gaze falls toward the box in his lap, and carefully, he lifts the lid up and away–and his eyes land and the creature that lies within. the gift is.. incredibly sentimental, and he finds he can’t quite say anything for a moment. it’s a strange feeling. ❛ ..you really know me, don’t you? ❜ he’s probably visibly surprised. and then he’s grinning, the smug bastard, ❛ thank you—-i know you care about me deeply, lydia. believe me, i’m grateful. ❜ he’s quiet for a moment. ❛ –do you want to help me name it? ❜
his reaction prompts a grin - thinks she has the right to be fairly proud of her gift, and she’s glad he so evidently enjoys it. can’t help but roll her eyes once, though. ❛ i’d hope i know you well, given how much time we spend together at this point. ❜ a valid point, she brings him lunch often at work and sees him afterwards almost daily. before more than occasionally as well, it’d be a bit odd if she didn’t know who she was spending a great portion of her time these days with. raises eyebrows, but lips are quirked and her expression remains warm. ❛ i can’t believe all i had to do for you to know i care about you is buy a spider. && yes, i would. i’m not sure what constitutes a proper name for a furry, eight legged creature, though. ❜
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