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[She pauses when he sets down the box, and then pressed a hand to her mouth.]

Is... that for me? [Squall got HER a gift?] Squall, you got me a birthday gift?

It's... nothing special, and you can toss it out if you want to.

Why would I toss out a gift you gave me? [She smiled.] Ah, could I open it now?

If you want to.

[ if she opens the box she'll find a little metallic figure that he painted. It looks like a summon from his home. ]

[She's careful in unwrapping everything, and then when she sees the little figure.]

Oh... Squall, it's lovely and so adorable. [She offered him a bright smile, one of her brightest.] I love it, thank you. I'll put him right next to my bed.

It's name is Carbuncle. I figured... I've been enough of an insufferable brat so I've had this sort of in hiding for a while. I figured now was as good a time as any.

[She went over to him and grabbed his hand before lightly pulling him down to press a kiss to his cheek.]

I love it, I love him. Thank you, Squall. It's wonderful.

[ Squall tenses up at the cheek kiss. Not that it was Snow doing it, but he's still getting used to this physical affection thing. ]

You're.... welcome, Snow.

[ A small cloud started to form above Squall's head. ]

I'm really so glad, now all my birthday wishes really have come true!

All of your birthday wishes....?

I'm celebrating with friends and family, something I haven't done since I was seven years old!

And.... you consider me... as something similar?

I would very much like to consider you a dear friend, Squall, if you'll let me?

Sure fine whatever...

[It's rare for Snow's emotions to cause anything, mostly because she has such a massive amount of control on her own feelings because she had to. But the air around Squall will be incredibly warm and actually feel warm and fuzzy while the air also seems to smell sweeter.]

Oh Squall... you really are making my birthday wonderful.

[Ah... Squall seems to melt a little in his seat from the warmth and smell, almost like he was pulled into a sense of peace by it. He murmured quietly to himself]

is this... what a mom would feel like...?

[ She pressed her lips together and looked at her hands...]

I... I don't know. But I would like to think... that she would. I hope she does... and that I will continue to.

Edited 2018-02-16 07:44 (UTC)

[ Squall moves out of his seat without a word and approaches Snow. He seems hesitant at first before he awkwardly wraps his arms around her from behind. ]

[She freezes up, only for a tiny second, when Squall hugs her, all of it from surprise that Squall was willingly and actively hugging her of his own volition.

But that second is over and she pauses as her hands come up, held still in the air for just the briefest of moments... and then she hugs him back and rests her head on his shoulder, not saying anything at all.]

[ The warm sweet air around the two of them starts to mix with a faint smell of spring rain. It usually happened when Squall was feeling happy, the smell of the perfect rainstorm just wafted around him.

His face buried into the top of her head. This warmth... this kindness, this... smell. It was all so overwhelming for Squall. She might notice that while he was silent, his body was moving, vibrating almost. ]

[Was Squall crying? She gently rubbed his back and was humming softly. Truly, she wasn't sure she had ever had a more wonderful birthday, but this was something very different.]

Is everything alright? [She asked softly.]

[ He doesn't know. He really doesn't know. All these warm happy feelings, he just can't deal with it. Everything was so overwhelming. Everything he's been keeping in just came out in silent tears as he tugged her closer. ]

Oh... [The noise is soft, and doesn't really make any indication of her thoughts one way or another. Just a soft exclamation as he hugs her tight and has a feeling he's crying even if she can't see it.]

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm sorry... you're just so.... warm.

That's alright. Like I said, I'm not going anywhere.

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