[If Fuyuhiko were the hugging type, he would most definitely be crushing the demon's bones right about now. But he's not, so they're both safe from such an embarrassing display. Not that Fuyuhiko isn't being embarrassing all on his own. The entire time Gundam is talking, his eye is fixed on the ring on his hand, unable to look away. He doesn't even seem to be blinking. By the end of the explanation, he almost looks as though he's on the verge of tears.]
[He doesn't actually cry, of course, but what the hell. This is really touching? Nerdy, yes. But touching and probably the nicest present he's ever gotten. Not only is it exactly his style, but there's a deeper meaning behind it? Even if he's pretty sure that stones won't help his lunar problem, it's the thought that counts. What the fuck. Who gave you the right to do this, Gundam?]
Kyoudai, I... [Op, wait. Hold on. He's just going to run his sleeve over his eyes real quick for no particular reason. Also he did not just sound choked up just then? You're hearing things. See, he can talk just fine...]
[...just fine. In a second. Hold on. There's dust in his throat. Let him just clear that out real quick.]
Thank you. I'll cherish this, always.
[If it weren't for the fact that he gets sausage fingers every night, he'd probably only take it off to sleep. But alas. Sausage fingers means he's gonna have to figure something else out at night.
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[He doesn't actually cry, of course, but what the hell. This is really touching? Nerdy, yes. But touching and probably the nicest present he's ever gotten. Not only is it exactly his style, but there's a deeper meaning behind it? Even if he's pretty sure that stones won't help his lunar problem, it's the thought that counts. What the fuck. Who gave you the right to do this, Gundam?]
Kyoudai, I... [Op, wait. Hold on. He's just going to run his sleeve over his eyes real quick for no particular reason. Also he did not just sound choked up just then? You're hearing things. See, he can talk just fine...]
[...just fine. In a second. Hold on. There's dust in his throat. Let him just clear that out real quick.]
Thank you. I'll cherish this, always.
[If it weren't for the fact that he gets sausage fingers every night, he'd probably only take it off to sleep. But alas. Sausage fingers means he's gonna have to figure something else out at night.