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Nov 20, 2008 13:08

WHO: Fou (sealed_guard) and Allen Walker (king_jester)
WHEN: April 12th, 1952 (morning)
WHERE: Midgard, apartment 1
FILTER: Closed
WHAT: Not many couples consider sparring to be a good one month anniversary date. Fou and Allen aren't many couples.
NOTES: Let's say T for violence for now. Rating may go up later on?
STATUS: Ongoing

( You know, most people just go out to dinner for their anniversary.. )

allen walker, fou

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king_jester November 20 2008, 22:46:37 UTC

Allen blinked a moment in confusion, a gift was the last thing he'd expected ( ... )

sealed_guard November 20 2008, 23:37:57 UTC

Fou risked a glance at him when he took the not-gift, immediately regretting it when she saw that smile. And goddamn it, couldn't he keep his hair out of his eyes for five minutes?! Squeezing her eyes shut and resisting the urge to push his hair from his face, she folded her arms tightly over her chest with a huff and a curt nod. At least he didn't know what else the knot stood for. That was the last thing she needed!

"Of.. of course I did! Like I could trust someone else to do it right. It wasn't easy, either! You're lucky I still remembered how!" In all honesty, she was a little surprised that she remembered, herself. It'd been almost twenty years since she last made one. Sure, it had its flaws-- it was a bit lumpy, and the tassels had already begun to fray, but it was made well enough to serve its purpose.

king_jester November 21 2008, 00:37:04 UTC

As cliche as the sentiment was, it was those imperfections that made it all the more important. She had made it for him, and it didn't exactly look simple to do. Allen didn't outwardly acknowledge what the gift was for at first, just what it was meant to represent. She was obviously embarrassed enough all ready --as much as she'd deny it, he's discovered that really isn't all that hard a reaction to come by ( ... )

sealed_guard November 21 2008, 02:02:19 UTC

She flustered at being presented with his gift, like they were doing some sort of... some sort of gift exchanging. Which was impossible, because she didn't get him any gifts. "Hey! Don't get the wrong idea here, Allen! That thing-- it wasn't a present, damn it! And it had nothing to do with what today is!"

But she had to look at him to set him straight, and that bashful smile he had would make her consider just about anything once. With no small amount of gruffness, she accepted the present but refrained from opening it just yet, regarding it with skepticism and a bit of curiosity.

((D: Oh Fou, you don't even know how lucky you are))

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