[Oh God. Is this part two of the gift, or did she somehow find out today is also Will's birthday?
There's a moment of pause because he has stuff (and things) in his hands; the animals of this house will get a comical view of Will with bowl and fork held aloft, staring down at the top of Sasha's head in confusion first, then shock, all washed away to be replaced with absolute fondness. Love in its truest form, the smile on his face bringing all those aged crinkles to light around his eyes as he quickly puts fork in bowl and sets that on the counter. From there, nowhere else to go but around Sasha, getting rid of any odd distance, of anything that could give off the vibe he thinks this isn't as delicious as her cooking. Not today, Satan, this is a very happy, warm family Christmas.]
Merry Christmas to you, too, Sasha. [He mumbles, chin currently perched atop her head, aware of the wobbly sensation that comes from his jaw, his throat.] And you're welcome. I'm glad to hear it makes you happy...since you make me happy.
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There's a moment of pause because he has stuff (and things) in his hands; the animals of this house will get a comical view of Will with bowl and fork held aloft, staring down at the top of Sasha's head in confusion first, then shock, all washed away to be replaced with absolute fondness. Love in its truest form, the smile on his face bringing all those aged crinkles to light around his eyes as he quickly puts fork in bowl and sets that on the counter. From there, nowhere else to go but around Sasha, getting rid of any odd distance, of anything that could give off the vibe he thinks this isn't as delicious as her cooking. Not today, Satan, this is a very happy, warm family Christmas.]
Merry Christmas to you, too, Sasha. [He mumbles, chin currently perched atop her head, aware of the wobbly sensation that comes from his jaw, his throat.] And you're welcome. I'm glad to hear it makes you happy...since you make me happy.
[Feelings.]