[ she fortunately doesn't realize what she'd just walked in on, so they're both spared any unnecessary blushing. not to say that there isn't any, but it's a touch more tame since she hasn't yet noticed what his hands were meaning to do. ]
I just — I thought I might, you know —
[ she gestures weakly with one hand, but in the end seems to decide she might as well just go through with it rather than try to explain. so, hastily, she digs out a small bag from within her satchel, and stiffly holds it out to him. ]
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I just — I thought I might, you know —
[ she gestures weakly with one hand, but in the end seems to decide she might as well just go through with it rather than try to explain. so, hastily, she digs out a small bag from within her satchel, and stiffly holds it out to him. ]
Merry Santa Claus.
[ should he take it from her, he'll find a small wooden ball with a removable metal key sticking out of it, small enough to fit comfortably into the palm of his hand. should he turn the key a few times, it will start playing a gentle melody.
or something close to it idk eff the fourthwall]