( It's for the best that Kyle isn't around to see the gift received. Jack's dignity does not do him any favors — he immediately tears up. It's truly pathetic. He has to dab at his eyes with a pair of socks from the top of the clean laundry pile he'd been carrying back to his bed to fold.
He spends a few minutes examining the book, then a few more starting on his first entry — and then it hits him.
Oh, shit.
This is, like, a Christmas present. He didn't realize they were on Christmas Gift levels. Holy fuck, this means he has to give Kyle something back, right?
That day or two Kyle spends mysteriously absent, Jack spends frantically shopping for something that feels right. He's not very good at shopping for people. His passive insight is incredibly low, his people skills are rusty, his Charisma score leaves a little bit to be desired, but... he tries.
On the second day, a less than skillfully wrapped gift is set on Kyle's bed in turn. He totally means to bail before Kyle gets back to find it, but he doesn't make it out of the room in time. Since that's off the table, Jack's mouth makes up for it by immediately word-vomiting in the most awkward way possible at high speeds. )
So- I didn't really know what to get you, because I'm really bad at like... gifts and stuff. Seriously, just- so bad. If you could do me a favor and pick which parts of this aren't terrible and just... throw the rest away and pretend like they weren't there, that would be really cool of you. I'm sorry it's late. I forgot holidays were a thing people did, I haven't celebrated Christmas in six years. Frankly, I tend to just- like- work on the holidays, I didn't realize that's a thing people do here, and um- ( A beat. ) Yeah. That's all. Sorry. Oh! And. Thank you. It's- really cool and great, and I love it, and you're- also very cool and great. The end.
( Beneath the atrocious but genuinely attempted wrapping job is a wicker basket of assorted Stuff. Jack couldn't figure out what constituted a good gift of equal value, so he apparently decided to just pick a bunch of things that seemed possibly relevant and shoved them all into a basket.
Inside: -a container of strawberries -a bleached white bone he bought from a really uncomfortable guy in a really uncomfortable coat for a startlingly reasonable price, who promptly vanished down an alley. weird. -a long, navy blue scarf -one scented candle -a pair of knitted socks -one (poorly) hand-drawn card of a ninja chopping a Christmas tree in half with a samurai sword that reads "sorry this is weird -Jack" )
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He spends a few minutes examining the book, then a few more starting on his first entry — and then it hits him.
Oh, shit.
This is, like, a Christmas present. He didn't realize they were on Christmas Gift levels. Holy fuck, this means he has to give Kyle something back, right?
That day or two Kyle spends mysteriously absent, Jack spends frantically shopping for something that feels right. He's not very good at shopping for people. His passive insight is incredibly low, his people skills are rusty, his Charisma score leaves a little bit to be desired, but... he tries.
On the second day, a less than skillfully wrapped gift is set on Kyle's bed in turn. He totally means to bail before Kyle gets back to find it, but he doesn't make it out of the room in time. Since that's off the table, Jack's mouth makes up for it by immediately word-vomiting in the most awkward way possible at high speeds. )
So- I didn't really know what to get you, because I'm really bad at like... gifts and stuff. Seriously, just- so bad. If you could do me a favor and pick which parts of this aren't terrible and just... throw the rest away and pretend like they weren't there, that would be really cool of you. I'm sorry it's late. I forgot holidays were a thing people did, I haven't celebrated Christmas in six years. Frankly, I tend to just- like- work on the holidays, I didn't realize that's a thing people do here, and um- ( A beat. ) Yeah. That's all. Sorry. Oh! And. Thank you. It's- really cool and great, and I love it, and you're- also very cool and great. The end.
( Beneath the atrocious but genuinely attempted wrapping job is a wicker basket of assorted Stuff. Jack couldn't figure out what constituted a good gift of equal value, so he apparently decided to just pick a bunch of things that seemed possibly relevant and shoved them all into a basket.
Inside:
-a container of strawberries
-a bleached white bone he bought from a really uncomfortable guy in a really uncomfortable coat for a startlingly reasonable price, who promptly vanished down an alley. weird.
-a long, navy blue scarf
-one scented candle
-a pair of knitted socks
-one (poorly) hand-drawn card of a ninja chopping a Christmas tree in half with a samurai sword that reads
"sorry this is weird
-Jack" )