[ Her lashes flutter playfully. Which is to say, yes of course she wants to see her present because more than the object itself, the anticipation of a present, the knowledge that someone had put thought into picking something just for her, fills her with joy.
Except over the year together, she has quietly come to realize that even if there is no present and it's just Balthus here in front of her, she would have been just as content. The year and time he had given her day after day had been gift enough and she hopes that it would remain that way for a very long time.
She doesn't pull away, arms still wrapped lovingly around him because being by him outweighs the prospect of holding a wrapped gift. Pink lips curve into an expectant, cheeky grin as she closes one eye. ]
Should I close my eyes? Cover them? Do you trust that I won't peek?
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[ Her lashes flutter playfully. Which is to say, yes of course she wants to see her present because more than the object itself, the anticipation of a present, the knowledge that someone had put thought into picking something just for her, fills her with joy.
Except over the year together, she has quietly come to realize that even if there is no present and it's just Balthus here in front of her, she would have been just as content. The year and time he had given her day after day had been gift enough and she hopes that it would remain that way for a very long time.
She doesn't pull away, arms still wrapped lovingly around him because being by him outweighs the prospect of holding a wrapped gift. Pink lips curve into an expectant, cheeky grin as she closes one eye. ]
Should I close my eyes? Cover them? Do you trust that I won't peek?