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[Chuuya stares at the contents of the box quietly. He's immediately struck by the quality of the item in the box--handmade, probably with--

Those feathers. Oh.

He's silent during her explanation, looking up from the box to look at Setsura in surprise. This is a part of her, and as much as he liked playing with the feathers in her hair, even without the explanation he'd have understood it was significant. With it, though....

It's a gift with multiple layers of meaning, heavy meaning, and something indescribably warm fills his chest, a soft smile coming to his lips as her explanation finished.]

....You put a lot of thought into this, didn't you?

[He tugs one of his gloves off with his teeth, letting the ever-present leather covering fall to the ground as he reaches out to gently stroke the bow he's been gifted, the feather woven into it, something soft and thoughtful in his eyes.

A person who is gifted and wears one of my feathers is mine, huh...?]

[ She isn't sure what she was expecting, but that look, that softness about his smile, his eyes, that thoughtfulness -- she couldn't have imagined it accurately, and she'd wondered. Of course she had. If he'd understand, how he might look, react -- a person isn't obligated to accept a gift, no matter the weight, but looking at him now, seeing how gently he strokes the bow, something warm flutters in her chest as she finds her breath again. ]

I wanted the form to be something that suited you, something useful that you'd like, so if there's anything about it you don't like or you think can be improved...

[ Is she talking a little quickly? ]

[She is talking quickly, and while Chuuya would never claim to be the king of social graces, he knew nervousness when he heard it. His smile grows a little more as he leans in to press a light, quick kiss to her lips to halt the flow of words so he can get a few of his own in.]

I love it. I think it would look quite nice on my hat, don't you? [He thinks that was her intention, actually.] I've always thought your feathers were beautiful.

[He reaches up with his free hand, thumb brushing against one of those feathers in Setsura's hair fondly.] Thank you.

[Those two words carry a weight of emotion behind them, and it's not just the act of being given a gift itself that he's thanking her for, either. It's the thought put into it, it's the fact that she cares this much to give him something so intimate, so personal. It's the consideration for his wellbeing.

It's care in a physical object, and he treasures it and her all the more for it.]

[ She doesn't quite realize the tension that melts from her bodily as he speaks. That she's been holding her breath, how she lights up, the heat from cheeks tinged pink well before his thumb brushes her feather with such emotion and pink blossoms into a fine shade of red. She hadn't imagined this and that "thank you," she... can't quite hear over heart thundering in her ears.

She certainly doesn't realize the red that seems to shoot from his fingertips through the feather he's touching and create a distinct highlight in her tresses, settling in the same red as his hair.

Her words? She finds them, glancing down to her satchel rather than moving and breaking that contact. ]

Don't thank me just yet. I have something else for you.

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