#they love their big sister sm that they can't even be that offended by the gross camo

[byanyan]

"Here. I know punks care more about style but it's too cold for the leather jacket." I love you. It's an old dusty canvas, heavy, waterproof, stitched with an inner fleece layer and decorated with outdated military camo. It's masculine, maybe more than they prefer, but it's nothing a few bedazzled belts and whatever buttons they can get through can't fix. It is, after all, all about the accessories.

"And this, too." She stuffs a scarf atop their coat folded in their hands. This, on the other hand, was sparkly pink and knit by hand by a friend of hers. I love you.

ㅤjacket thrust into their arms before they can even try to reject it, the scoff that escapes their throat mirrors the distaste which marks their features at the mere glimpse of camo print. they don't even have to unfold it to know that it's not their style and to guess that it's all straight and boxy and more about effectively blocking cold than looking good. ...which is probably smart, with how cold the weather's been and how they've had to make the choice between an impractical leather jacket that fits them and the more ideal hand-me-down winter jacket they've been using for years whose sleeves don't even cover their wrists anymore, but they don't love that fact. god, they hate this time of year.

raising a hand in order to run their fingers along the canvas material, byan's lip twitches yet again at the texture. the look, they can at least work with — some colourful dyes or fabric paint, a few buttons or pins or even some studs if they can get those through the thick material, and a cute belt to adjust the shape will be enough to make it suit their tastes a bit better. the texture, on the other hand, they'll be stuck with. ...but they suppose it is more practical for the winter months than anything else currently in their possession.

mouth opens with intent to expel some snarky, albeit not ungrateful comment, but they're stopped short when something much more their speed is set atop to coat. fingers gravitate toward the scarf, grabbing a handful of the much softer material while they admire the cute, sparkling pink yarn it's been made with. ...well, this makes it a lot harder to complain about the jacket. not impossible, but certainly more difficult.

ㅤㅤ" ...cute. "ㅤthe comment sounds a touch reluctant, like they don't want to admit to liking it but can't help it, their gaze remaining fixed upon the scarf as the weight of the gift finally starts to settle in. the coat is too big to have been hers, they're sure, and something so heavy duty is expensive. maybe it's thrifted, or passed on to her from one of her veteran friends, or something, but still... they can read the concern for their wellbeing in it even while she tries to conceal it so they'll just take the damn thing. and the scarf... lena doesn't knit, they're pretty sure, but she does know what they like. —not that they do anything but flaunt their love of pink and glittery, sparkly things, but it's not even just that, it's the fact that she knows them well enough to mix the practical with something they enjoy, that she knows to be casual and completely blasé when she hands it all to them so they won't refuse. they can see through the whole charade, the same way they're sure she'll see through theirs, but... it still makes it easier to accept how much she cares, and how thoroughly she has them figured out.

ㅤㅤ" coat kinda makes me wanna barf. thought you were trynna hand me a tent at first. "ㅤthank you.ㅤ" —but i can prob'ly make it work. even if my leather jacket is cooler. i like the scarf, though. think it might actually match my beanie — y'know, the one with the cat ears? ...although i'm startin' to think that might be on purpose. "ㅤi love you too.