[ christmas morning, and rin will find a wrapped parcel hanging from string on her doorknob. the wrapping itself is nothing of note — repurposed paperbag meticulously smoothed out to be more presentable — but inside, she will find a dark red charm bracelet, its gem feature made of cinnabar. does marco know a single thing about stones and crystals? no. hilariously, he dares to gift one to someone who specializes in them. ah, the irony of it all, but it's certainly become a habit of theirs, that he should unwittingly find himself in deference to her expertise once again.
at least the note helps explain some of his line of thinking here: ]
Merry Christmas, Miss Rin. I am told this holiday is a celebration of connections, and that this particular shape is a symbol of luck. I hope it might grant you a bit of it, just as my knowing you has given me some. — Marco
— delivery, 12.25 ;
at least the note helps explain some of his line of thinking here: ]