[Hakuryuu's eyes follow Fudou as he goes to place the bags own, wide open with a bit of curiosity, and a hint of nervousness.]
It wasn't--I planned it this way.
[He clears his throat, watching as Fudou walks closer to the table and changing his position so he's properly sitting for dinner.] I didn't realize it would take me so long to make it...so I'm a bit thankful for the extra time it took.
[He's not sure where to go from there regarding this, so he figures he might as well be frank. His hands reach behind him, sliding the pillow up to the open side of the table that faced towards the TV. The one that had the gift already mounted on top of it. The wrapping job was crisp and clean, like the sheets of Hakuryuu's bed, folded neatly at the corners and minimal tape used to keep it together. Despite how professional it looks now, it had taken the boy quite a few tries to get it so it matched his standards, and with no label on it--it was obvious who it was for.
Hakuryuu's heart beats wildly in his chest, wondering if this was a bad idea now that he had all his pieces set up. Dinner was made, the gift was shown. There was no going back now that he had revealed both of these to him. Fudou had to know what this meant.
So he takes a deep breath and looks into his 'father's' eyes, hoping deep down that he wasn't wrong to make this assumption.
But he never backed down.]
This is for you. All of it is for you. For...Father's day.
[His hands return to his knees, head arched slightly down in a pseudo bow.]
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It wasn't--I planned it this way.
[He clears his throat, watching as Fudou walks closer to the table and changing his position so he's properly sitting for dinner.] I didn't realize it would take me so long to make it...so I'm a bit thankful for the extra time it took.
[He's not sure where to go from there regarding this, so he figures he might as well be frank. His hands reach behind him, sliding the pillow up to the open side of the table that faced towards the TV. The one that had the gift already mounted on top of it. The wrapping job was crisp and clean, like the sheets of Hakuryuu's bed, folded neatly at the corners and minimal tape used to keep it together. Despite how professional it looks now, it had taken the boy quite a few tries to get it so it matched his standards, and with no label on it--it was obvious who it was for.
Hakuryuu's heart beats wildly in his chest, wondering if this was a bad idea now that he had all his pieces set up. Dinner was made, the gift was shown. There was no going back now that he had revealed both of these to him. Fudou had to know what this meant.
So he takes a deep breath and looks into his 'father's' eyes, hoping deep down that he wasn't wrong to make this assumption.
But he never backed down.]
This is for you. All of it is for you. For...Father's day.
[His hands return to his knees, head arched slightly down in a pseudo bow.]
Please accept them.