[ He's busy having feels over the first gift he found so it takes him a moment to get there. But he gets, he finds more gifts, and it's uuuuuuuuuuugh.
But also kind of amazing.
He's not going to get much sleep, isn't he, he has to make giftbacks. So let's move on onto this one ]
You have no excuse... [ Alex might not have know about his insistence on Not Celebrating Christmas, but not Archer. He absolutely had known. Caster expects some sort of troll gift, so when he finds the-- blue, fluffy handcuffs it makes him chuckle. But that's just a beginning of the journey! The ale he considers a worthy gift, and he might have been biting into the first barrel, the one with whiskey, before he finds the necklace and everything stops.
Damn, you Archer!
He spins the amulet in his hands admiring the craftsmanship necessary for creating it. That odd feeling of being firmly grounded in this reality returns. It's not transient, it's not week or two- he's here and it doesn't seem to end. And not just, there are people who depend on him, people who value him. He's not yet ready to use words like "family" because that's something far gone, something left with his previous life. But it might be close ]
Tch.
[ He puts the necklace over his neck, no hesitation. They're a pack, like those wolves roaming his forest. ]
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But also kind of amazing.
He's not going to get much sleep, isn't he, he has to make giftbacks. So let's move on onto this one ]
You have no excuse... [ Alex might not have know about his insistence on Not Celebrating Christmas, but not Archer. He absolutely had known. Caster expects some sort of troll gift, so when he finds the-- blue, fluffy handcuffs it makes him chuckle. But that's just a beginning of the journey! The ale he considers a worthy gift, and he might have been biting into the first barrel, the one with whiskey, before he finds the necklace and everything stops.
Damn, you Archer!
He spins the amulet in his hands admiring the craftsmanship necessary for creating it. That odd feeling of being firmly grounded in this reality returns. It's not transient, it's not week or two- he's here and it doesn't seem to end. And not just, there are people who depend on him, people who value him. He's not yet ready to use words like "family" because that's something far gone, something left with his previous life. But it might be close ]
Tch.
[ He puts the necklace over his neck, no hesitation. They're a pack, like those wolves roaming his forest. ]