[ frankly, tseng had let the thought of another gift slip from his mind entirely, far more focused on spending time with olivine. now that it's drawn back to his attention, he remembers that olivine said there was another gift for him—one he accepts with a wry smile, reminded again of how his own world's total absence of religion has come back to bite him. ]
Thank you.
[ tseng picks it up, turns it briefly between his hands to admire the wrapping, and then carefully unwraps it piece by piece without tearing either the ribbon or the paper. it would feel rude, even if the point of wrapping paper is probably to be torn. ]
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Thank you.
[ tseng picks it up, turns it briefly between his hands to admire the wrapping, and then carefully unwraps it piece by piece without tearing either the ribbon or the paper. it would feel rude, even if the point of wrapping paper is probably to be torn. ]