[ Silence falls over both of them, with Dokja patiently waiting for Gray to make her wish. And while it isn't his own birthday, maybe he quietly wishes for the same thing in the somber lull of a celebration that feels anything but. Eustace should have been here too, Dokja thinks miserably, his gaze trained on the flicker of candlelight before he's snapped out of it by Gray's question.
He jerks his head up, then in the direction of the gift bag still sitting by the table, grabbing it to pass it over to Gray. It's heavier than it might appear, with tissue paper hastily shoved inside to mostly obscure its contents.
The gift itself, a knife (because that's a normal gift for a teenage girl), isn't wrapped, but she'll find a folded up letter on top of it, also written by Eustace and will require asking Val what it says. ]
I'll cut the cake in the meantime.
[ Both for an excuse for something to do, and to give Gray some space should she want to read the letter now. Don't mind him as he takes a short trip into the kitchen to grab something to cut the cake with, because it would be kind of fucked up to cut it with Eustace's present. ]
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He jerks his head up, then in the direction of the gift bag still sitting by the table, grabbing it to pass it over to Gray. It's heavier than it might appear, with tissue paper hastily shoved inside to mostly obscure its contents.
The gift itself, a knife (because that's a normal gift for a teenage girl), isn't wrapped, but she'll find a folded up letter on top of it, also written by Eustace and will require asking Val what it says. ]
I'll cut the cake in the meantime.
[ Both for an excuse for something to do, and to give Gray some space should she want to read the letter now. Don't mind him as he takes a short trip into the kitchen to grab something to cut the cake with, because it would be kind of fucked up to cut it with Eustace's present. ]