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…Oh. You’d gotten so worked up at Yuliana, and at your boyfriend, that you’d forgotten you actually had something for that. “I mean, it’s been a while, but, y’know,” you pulled the gift box out from your sleeve, “Here. Hapy Birthday, sorta.”
Magnus blinked at the white box, wrapped in a single black ribbon, and took it wordlessly, pulled the ribbon loose with two fingers, and looked inside. “A dagger?” He asked.
“I thought a blade suited a knight,” you said, “And, a ribbon around the handle, for your hair. If you got sick of the old blue one.”
“It’s a handy size,” Magnus said, taking the dagger out of its brass and velvet sheath and inspecting it, “I was never fond of wearing a saber. Though, it’s rather small for a knightly blade, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, well,” You mugged a flash of a smirk at Magnus and held up a finger and a thumb, “Fits, don’t it?”
Not that you knew that, but he took it in good humor anyways. “I’ll take your interest in fitting blades as flattery. This ribbon, though…you said it is a hair tie? It’s rather…feminine.”
“Same as I said before.”
Magnus put everything back in the box, and put the lot into his pocket. “Thank you, Lady Nowicki. Even if that ribbon might look better on you. Although…I do wish I could reciprocate this well-wish. I don’t think you’ve ever told me your birthday, have you?”
…It wasn’t that important. You didn’t actually know when your birthday was, and forgot when you claimed it was all the time. You actually had to think on it to remember. “June Sixteenth.” You’d picked that because that was when Hell Gitt had found you. Took you in. Gave you your life and future.
“While we’re taking care of belated birthdates then,” Magnus said, “Do <span class="mu-i">you</span> want anything?”
To be honest, you hadn’t even considered it. Each year passed and you got older, and the need to celebrate that had gone when you’d passed over to people who felt no need to commemorate another year that you were alive, let alone give you gifts. Well, except those given by mercs who thought it would mean they could get into your pants for it. Not that you ever gave them what they sought in return.
If he was going to give you something, though…
>You already had everything you wanted right here. You’d have to pass.
>No reason to object, but you couldn’t think of anything. Surprise me.
>Alright. How about dinner? Though you supposed you were assuming you’d get that anyways.
>Other?
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