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[wildwarden]

Meet me in the woods tonight if you're not busy! No alcohol or drugs. Promise.

[busball]

oooo. mysterious. okay. i'll be there.

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[wildwarden]

( At this point, they probably had a specific spot within the woods to meet. And whenever Klaus showed up, Night Sky was there, lounging as she often was inclined to do, with a box and what looked to be a bouquet of flowers beside her. She waved. ) Hi! How've you been, my friend?

[busball]

[Klaus easily makes their way out to the spot in the woods. They've got a little bit more layers than usual, but that's because the cold is more obvious. And cold.

They pause just short of Night Sky, noting the box and the flowers.]

Aw. Did someone get you a gift? That's cute. And...uhhh...I've been okay? As okay as I know how to be anyway. What's up?

[wildwarden]

( Technically many people got her gifts. This, however, was not one of them. )

Ah - no. That's for you. ( She nudged the box and yellow roses in his direction. ) Merry Christmas, Solstice, or whatever you want to call it.

( inside the box was a handful of colorful rocks and a wooden hair stick whenever he decided to open it.)

[busball]

[They are momentarily frozen, just staring at her. They know that the concept of presents isn't new and that they have gotten presents from people before, but they also weren't really expecting anything, always certain that people don't really notice them.]

O-oh. [It's not much, but the surprise is still there for a moment as they look at the flowers and the box. Things are a little blurry for some reason that they aren't really noting as the fact that their eyes are watering.]

Thanks. [Still not much and his voice is very soft, like if he speaks any louder he might disturb something.] I...I didn't get...you anything. [Womp, there goes the guilt. Which means he has to find something now or else. For their own mental state. It's fine, eventually there will be a kit for fancy hot chocolate.]

[wildwarden]

( Night Sky watched them intently, frowning a little at the comment. Everyone was so insistent on that, weren't they? )

I didn't do it so I would get something in return, you know. I did it because I wanted to.

[busball]

[Well, now they feel bad.]

Sorry. [Just gonna awkwardly fidget with things.] I'm not used to it.

[wildwarden]

To... getting gifts? Maybe you should start getting used to it then. I'm sure I'm not the only one planning to give you one.

[busball]

Uhh...to having people want to give me gifts. [He laughs awkwardly.] Most of the people that did are still on the ship and then... [Wait. They catch onto that last bit.] You're not? Are you sure? Oh goodness. I don't even have the claw machine here or Tommy Bahama.

[wildwarden]

I'm going to pretend I know what those things are. But seriously- people like you. Why wouldn't you get presents?

[busball]

They're...well, I knew about claw machines before the ship, but not about the Tommy Bahama. The first are like luck games where you try to get stuffed things or something else. Though, the one on the ship had a gun and a dead lizard, too...Ava almost shot my arm off cause the gun dropped and went off...so that was...something. [It's fine. No one was harmed in the situation of this claw machine adventure.] I had to slip out of my shirt cause I got stuck on the machine...

And the second is just this weird beachy store with truly hideous shirts with hideous patterns, but sometimes they had snowglobes and self care stuff.

[There's a shrug at her question.] Usually people don't like me. Back home. But that's usually because I fucked them over. I haven't really been doing that here.

[wildwarden]

( Some of the shit Klaus said was so wild Night Sky could just nod her head and agree while trying to picture what he was talking about. )

Well, you're not home, so don't worry about them. You're here and people care about you - and you deserve this gift and all the others you get.

[busball]

[Don't mind Klaus' general flustered vibes. They're not used to taking compliments still about anything that's not their appearance. So someone basically telling them they're valid and worthy is enough to make them feel awkward. They are fighting against the urge to cry, though, so none of the rest of it is being hidden very well. After a moment of composing themself, they wave it off like it's not just made them quietly fidget and stare off into the distance for potentially too long.]

Oh yeah. For sure. Love gifts. Fuck the haters...or whatever the kids are saying.