[The inflection is deliberate, as he lifts his hands to catch the tossed package. Soft, he thinks; clothing of some type, maybe, and for a moment he pauses, stretching out the moment. Maybe a little because it feels nice, like it's something he's been missing. Maybe because he has.
After a second's pause of eyeing Hizashi, he opens the package--and honestly, the contents are touching, both surprising and not at the same time.]
What's this? No bright colors? No metal studs or attempts at fashion?
[There's a tiny shadow of a smile on his lips as his hands brush over the soft fleece of the hoodie, one of those smiles that almost no one can spot.]
Thanks, Hizashi. I missed yours, didn't I? Right before I got here.
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[The inflection is deliberate, as he lifts his hands to catch the tossed package. Soft, he thinks; clothing of some type, maybe, and for a moment he pauses, stretching out the moment. Maybe a little because it feels nice, like it's something he's been missing. Maybe because he has.
After a second's pause of eyeing Hizashi, he opens the package--and honestly, the contents are touching, both surprising and not at the same time.]
What's this? No bright colors? No metal studs or attempts at fashion?
[There's a tiny shadow of a smile on his lips as his hands brush over the soft fleece of the hoodie, one of those smiles that almost no one can spot.]
Thanks, Hizashi. I missed yours, didn't I? Right before I got here.