[ Sorey chuckles somewhat sheepishly at that comment. He’d refute the claim, but... when Mikleo’s right, he’s right.
Doesn’t mean he has to affirm that, of course.
When he turns, he can see his best friend there, eyes closed and hands extended. In one of them, he places a simple, violet gemstone: waterworn, it’s oddly-shaped enough that it couldn’t be a stone that fell off someone’s person, but is still spectacularly beautiful. No one laid claim to it, so Sorey kept it. More accurately put, he felt compelled to.
Why? Well... ]
I ran across this while I was out. It... [ he rubs at the back of his neck bashfully, voice quieting some ] ...it reminded me of you.
It's... a jewel. He wasn't exactly sure hat he had been expecting, but... he knows that it certainly wasn't this. At first he looks on in mild awe, taking in the gift as much as he could before reaching for it, taking it into his hands as though it were as fragile as glass. ]
... Thank you, Sorey. [ He says softly. It's beautiful, hangs on the end of his tongue, but as always - actions spoke louder than words when it came to Mikleo. It's in his expression - the way he handles that very gem. ] I'll keep it with me.
[ He already has an idea in mind on how he wants to do just that. ]
We never found anything like this back at home, did we?
[ He loves it -- Sorey can tell by the care he takes in handling it, and the muted awe in his expression. Someone who doesn’t know Mikleo might not be able to tell, but it’s plain as day to his best friend.
There’s a nod, and a murmured return at the thanks before he scratches his cheek idly, thoughtfully for just a moment at the question. ]
...You know, now that you mention it, no -- not once. Guess that makes this a pretty rare find, huh?
[ And that only lights his face up all the more. ]
I’m glad you like it.
[ Still wearing that too-fond smile, he rescinds into his room further, and gathers a rolled-up scroll from the desk that displays all his many plant specimens. ]
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Date: 2017-10-09 03:52 pm (UTC)Doesn’t mean he has to affirm that, of course.
When he turns, he can see his best friend there, eyes closed and hands extended. In one of them, he places a simple, violet gemstone: waterworn, it’s oddly-shaped enough that it couldn’t be a stone that fell off someone’s person, but is still spectacularly beautiful. No one laid claim to it, so Sorey kept it. More accurately put, he felt compelled to.
Why? Well... ]
I ran across this while I was out. It... [ he rubs at the back of his neck bashfully, voice quieting some ] ...it reminded me of you.
[ Is he blushing? His face feels a bit warm. ]
So I want you to have it, Mikleo.
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Date: 2017-11-03 04:28 am (UTC)It's... a jewel. He wasn't exactly sure hat he had been expecting, but... he knows that it certainly wasn't this. At first he looks on in mild awe, taking in the gift as much as he could before reaching for it, taking it into his hands as though it were as fragile as glass. ]
... Thank you, Sorey. [ He says softly. It's beautiful, hangs on the end of his tongue, but as always - actions spoke louder than words when it came to Mikleo. It's in his expression - the way he handles that very gem. ] I'll keep it with me.
[ He already has an idea in mind on how he wants to do just that. ]
We never found anything like this back at home, did we?
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Date: 2017-11-08 04:55 pm (UTC)There’s a nod, and a murmured return at the thanks before he scratches his cheek idly, thoughtfully for just a moment at the question. ]
...You know, now that you mention it, no -- not once. Guess that makes this a pretty rare find, huh?
[ And that only lights his face up all the more. ]
I’m glad you like it.
[ Still wearing that too-fond smile, he rescinds into his room further, and gathers a rolled-up scroll from the desk that displays all his many plant specimens. ]
Hey, Mikleo -- wanna see the map I’ve started?