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[His is a hesitant message, pecked out into the communicator over the course of an hour as he blankly stares at the window displays in the Holocaust Mall, occasionally tripping over the floor, or his own feet, or god forbid, someone else's feet]
What if you're not good at picking out presents?
[The problem, in Enma's mind, is two-fold: One, he never really thought about Christmas presents much before, since where he's from Christmas is for boyfriends and girlfriends, and he never quite expected to have one of those. Two, presents weren't much of a thing in his family. Maybe a clumsily made cake on someone's birthday, or a hand-made card, but outside of that, real presents weren't much of a thing in the Shimon Family. Blame being on the run for a good portion of one's life, Enma supposes]
What if you're not good at picking out presents?
[The problem, in Enma's mind, is two-fold: One, he never really thought about Christmas presents much before, since where he's from Christmas is for boyfriends and girlfriends, and he never quite expected to have one of those. Two, presents weren't much of a thing in his family. Maybe a clumsily made cake on someone's birthday, or a hand-made card, but outside of that, real presents weren't much of a thing in the Shimon Family. Blame being on the run for a good portion of one's life, Enma supposes]