Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20151101060736/@comment-27235572-20151105034306

"Uh.. W-Well..." Quinn seemed torn, biting down on her lower lip in contemplation. She so desperately wanted to take one and savor it between bites, but she didn't want to stain any of her gifts if they could be stained.

"A-After opening t-the presents." She decided, plopping herself down on a provided pillow, bringing the precious gifts down to the floor level with her. The very air was saturated with delight and while she wanted desperately to move around to the lovely music, she'd rather get the unwrapping out of the way to make room for other festivities.

As if on cue, the iridescent flower on the windowsill unfurled, blossoms opening and trills emitting from its center. Quinn's head swiveled towards the disturbance, attention grabbed by the obnoxiously emphasized bird noises that seemed to be increasing in pitch. She gave it an askance glance, as though she had expected better from it. It wilted, closing in on itself shyly and Quinn sighed with relieved content.

She had no idea why she still kept the nasty thing. It hadn't been a gift and it was way more problem than it was worth, constantly making noise, predicting the end of the world and a bunch of trivial nonsense. Besides, the thing had a vile appetite once Quinn got angry and she just hated the thought of satisfying its bloodlust.

But, still, the flower being closed was ultimately a good thing, all things considered. It was a shame, really. It was oh-so-beautiful when opened...

Pulling herself away from such pessimistic thoughts (this was a party, after all), Quinn flexed her fingers experimentally before cautiously taking hold of one of the boxes Sam had procured. After twirling it between her fingertips like an oddly shaped top, she finally began unwrapping it, the paper removed rapidly from cardboard with unnatural speed.

Eventually, the innards were exposed. The only thing left to do was open the lid and uncover the box's secrets. Quinn pulled the lid off slowly, enjoying the suspense she cultivated for herself.

The contents were at first undefinable to her. A girl who had spent most of her life barefoot didn't really require the usage of socks, but once she realized what the gift actually was, Quinn was instantly pleasantly surprised.

"A-Are these s-socks..? Did y-you make 'em?" Quinn asked, eyes large with wonder, the emotion evident in her voice.