[Amelia's busy on the final day of the year, which means his gift appears sometime between all of her errands and before she leaves for the Candleglow celebration for the evening. The package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine, is waiting for him in the kitchen. Inside are two bottles of the whiskey she's seen him favor and a black handkerchief with his name stitched into a corner with forest green thread. There's a note with his name written on the outside tucked into the twine.]
Bobo,
As we find our footing with one another again, I gift to you something which marks you as mine: your name on something made with my hands and with colors chosen to tie you to me. If it doesn't suit, I will make another in the colors that do. If it's in need of repairs, bring it to me and I'll see it mended. I don't leave those who are mine without my care, no matter the rubble beneath our feet.
Find also something to steady your hand before I take you out. Before the next month is out, we'll grab weapons and sate ourselves on the streets. Be ready, because I intend we push each other hard that night.
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"Delivery", Dec 31
Bobo,
As we find our footing with one another again, I gift to you something which marks you as mine: your name on something made with my hands and with colors chosen to tie you to me. If it doesn't suit, I will make another in the colors that do. If it's in need of repairs, bring it to me and I'll see it mended. I don't leave those who are mine without my care, no matter the rubble beneath our feet.
Find also something to steady your hand before I take you out. Before the next month is out, we'll grab weapons and sate ourselves on the streets. Be ready, because I intend we push each other hard that night.
Amelia