Don't be grumpy, it's finally Candlenights. We have to go celebrate!
[She taps his forehead with one finger before shifting to plop down on the bed beside him. She's already gotten fully dressed and gone through her morning routine. Now she just has to make sure Minato gets through his.
He obviously hadn't been asleep, though. So first things first.]
[ He hasn't, but he says it without thinking. He's pretty sure no one would mind if they sat in their room all day and ignored whatever Candlenights events were going on. But he pulls himself up into a sitting position and rubs his eyes, because arguing will just be exhausting. ]
[She hums in a way he's no doubt familiar with by now; the kind where she knows he's not telling the truth, but there's no point arguing with him further about it. Instead, she reaches onto the floor by the bed and plops a wrapped package in his lap.]
This is for you! Well, it's part of your present, anyway. Open it, open it!
[It's soft the touch, the paper crinkling around whatever's inside as if there's not much resistance to it. If he listens and opens it, he'll find a plush of a seal pup that looks remarkably like the one they'd saved in Lyrabar. Odds are she'd commissioned it to be made by a craftsworker in Faerun instead of a purchase from Fantasy Costco.]
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[She taps his forehead with one finger before shifting to plop down on the bed beside him. She's already gotten fully dressed and gone through her morning routine. Now she just has to make sure Minato gets through his.
He obviously hadn't been asleep, though. So first things first.]
Did you sleep at all...?
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[ He hasn't, but he says it without thinking. He's pretty sure no one would mind if they sat in their room all day and ignored whatever Candlenights events were going on. But he pulls himself up into a sitting position and rubs his eyes, because arguing will just be exhausting. ]
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[She hums in a way he's no doubt familiar with by now; the kind where she knows he's not telling the truth, but there's no point arguing with him further about it. Instead, she reaches onto the floor by the bed and plops a wrapped package in his lap.]
This is for you! Well, it's part of your present, anyway. Open it, open it!
[It's soft the touch, the paper crinkling around whatever's inside as if there's not much resistance to it. If he listens and opens it, he'll find a plush of a seal pup that looks remarkably like the one they'd saved in Lyrabar. Odds are she'd commissioned it to be made by a craftsworker in Faerun instead of a purchase from Fantasy Costco.]