[Gifting for Riley isn't easy. Despite the joy (and try as he might, there's no denying that that's exactly what this is) he feels at her presence, he knows it won't last. This isn't her final homecoming, but instead little more than a brief preview of their lives to come. It's limited his options for gifts, something that the members of the penthouse are sure to know.
He'd spent many nights agonizing over the countless rules of her facility, versus what few ideas he'd managed to come up with.]
Of course I did. [His voice is stiff, but the adoration in his gaze is genuine.] That is... what family does, after all.
[It's still such an odd concept to him, only made weirder by just how bizarre the arrangement is. It's certainly unlike any family he'd ever cared to observe back in his previous time.
Not that he made a habit of it.]
Come. Where it's quieter.
[The last thing they need is Anne singing at them.
Instead, he wraps an arm around her shoulders, leading her toward the room that would eventually be hers. There's a bed in here, as well as an assortment of gifts that Mephisto's had to take back for the time being. Otherwise, it hasn't been particularly decorated yet -- Mephisto's still trying to figure out what teenager decor looks like.]
Do you want me to help with your hair, first? [He's gotten used to seeing her without her bows, but he doesn't have to like it. And he's amassed enough of a gifted collection that it's formed a small pile on the vanity that temporarily sits in the room.]
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He'd spent many nights agonizing over the countless rules of her facility, versus what few ideas he'd managed to come up with.]
Of course I did. [His voice is stiff, but the adoration in his gaze is genuine.] That is... what family does, after all.
[It's still such an odd concept to him, only made weirder by just how bizarre the arrangement is. It's certainly unlike any family he'd ever cared to observe back in his previous time.
Not that he made a habit of it.]
Come. Where it's quieter.
[The last thing they need is Anne singing at them.
Instead, he wraps an arm around her shoulders, leading her toward the room that would eventually be hers. There's a bed in here, as well as an assortment of gifts that Mephisto's had to take back for the time being. Otherwise, it hasn't been particularly decorated yet -- Mephisto's still trying to figure out what teenager decor looks like.]
Do you want me to help with your hair, first? [He's gotten used to seeing her without her bows, but he doesn't have to like it. And he's amassed enough of a gifted collection that it's formed a small pile on the vanity that temporarily sits in the room.]