it's that time again [giftpost]

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Niko finds the gift without its giver, unwrapped, just sitting there on their (once again shared) bed. He looks at it curiously for a moment, before discovering the note; he sits down heavily on the bed, reading and re-reading those three words, and then smiles.

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Presently Mordred comes in, and, seeing him, smiles a bit himself.

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Niko looks up to see him in the doorway, and his smile grows. "Springtime, then?"

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"Barring last-minute transformations." He comes and sits down on the bed beside him, shyly.

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"Promise me you'll not drink or eat anything left lying around in the Mansion between now and then-!"

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"I never do! They've gotten cunning."

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That earns him a laugh. "Clever and bored, a bad combination."

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"Abysmal."

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"Worrisome, at least." He looks down at the knapsack, running his fingers along one thick leather strap. "We're really going?"

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Mordred watches him sidelong. "If you still want to, after all this."

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"If you want to," in a low voice. "If you're willing to go away and leave all your family and...everyone."

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"Not forever. But for a while. Yes."

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"I've enough sense not to ask for forever, I hope."

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Mordred leans over to kiss him, then.