Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20151101060736/@comment-11163511-20151104111859

Sam indulged in the gleeful atmosphere that filled the room, twirling his finger around to the music and sung along with it. His stomach was churning, not because he was hungry as he's rather filling himself up with treats already but because of the butterflies of joy, fluttering all over. There was also another reason for this churning, since he had be awaiting the reveal of the gifts, to see the different items one would choose as a token of their apreciation. Now he wondered if his choice of gift was good enough, even though he had though hard before choosing them. A pair of knee length socks, surely he wasn't entirely keen on choosing clothing as a gift as he was afraid Quinn would quickly outgrow them with growth spurts, socks seemed most compatible for such drastic changes thanks to their stretchiness. Not only that, he had decided to make them himself rather than just grab a random pair from the shelves, hand-sewn and made from the best fabric in stock in his cousins' shop at the time, something well-ventilated for the weather, tough enough for long nature walks but smooth enough for the feet. It was a white pair embroidered with daisies, paisley triangles on the ankle and red ribbons threaded the calves. The other box contained a set of camera lenses for mirror phones and pads, something more practical that he thought she might find of use. Function was what he was going for when choosing these presents, he wanted to give her useful items that last, not typical but rather worthless flowers or chocolate as he finds their short lived usefulness terrible symbolism: flowers would wilt, chocolates would just get all eaten and leave a dirty useless box, just like a dying relationship and betrayal.