#- ̗̀ fun amongst the mundane ̖́- 𖥸 ─ delphine/marcus.

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[ Marcus ] Slowly approaches the lady with a small smile on his lips while holding his white elephant gift, a coffee mug that had printed on it "please don't make me adult today" [ he doesn't get the reference, but hey, it's the thought the counts right? ] "Mrs Silva~" he acknowledged her curtly with a slight bow before joining her side to observe the niceties their school colleagues are sharing. There's decorations, carols playing in the background, a few treats here and there... it's quite a pleasant atmosphere after the agitation before winter break.

"I've been meaning to give you something. In the spirit of the season and all," he mentioned, grabbing an envelope from his back pocket and offering it to her. It's a fairly generous gift card for a well known beauty store that a lady like herself could perhaps put to good use. Perhaps it's not the best gift ever, but he tried. "Happy Holidays, Delphine."

Delphine watches the man approach from above the feathered fan she had traded for. Her hair only accepts high quality gifts, as thoughtful as the bonnet Ms Crosby had gifted her was it wasn't satin. So she snuck the large-ish feathered folding fan from the unattended table.

She is satisfied with her steal and looks forward to being satisfied with her quick coming company.

❝ Mr. Visarion, ❞ greeting returned, and she closed the fan. It became standard to find him standing at her side. Delphine is finding that she quite likes it. She is tall, but he is taller. It's comforting to feel covered, even in such a small way.

He looks lovely.

Luscious hair in that low pony, his jeans, and a sweater that looks warm. Has she been eyeing him throughout the evening?

Yes.

Nerves does that. She's happy he approached her first, though. She would've waited after their routine walk to the car park to suggest he follow her to her car instead.

Maybe she made a dinner for two. Maybe there's a sketchpad page with his face drawn on it. Maybe the meat is rarer than she'd eat it in one plate.

Maybe.

❝ A gift? ❞

She wasn't expecting one.

This is nice.

The envelope is taken with a quiet type of care. She'll recognise the brand. Likes the perfumes found in the store and the pimple patches she buys are sold there as well.

She will find it lovely.

A breath, ❝ Thank you. ❞ The gift is tucked in front of her. Arms crossing underneath her bust.

❝ I have one for you too. ❞

A pause is taken and she rocks her weight to her other leg. ❝ It's at my home. If you're up for coming to get it— it's big. Two things. If you wish to. ❞