[ at some point in December, there is a gift left outside the door to Dokja's bedroom: a neatly folded handkerchief made of white silk with a flower and his initials embroidered on it. laid atop the handkerchief is a small, plain card, a message written on it in elegant calligraphy that reads: ]
Dear Kim Dokja,
Merry Christmas! I'm very glad I was able to meet you. Thank you for tolerating me so kindly these past few months. I hope we can continue to be friends!
Love, Rudbeckia de Borgia ♡
[ inside the folded handkerchief is another slip of paper that provides the name of the flower and its symbolism, along with a sheepish footnote: I'm sure everyone must be a little tired of flowers at the moment, but I hope this can be a positive association. ]
a tag labelled "break glass in case of crau"
Dear Kim Dokja,
Merry Christmas! I'm very glad I was able to meet you. Thank you for tolerating me so kindly these past few months. I hope we can continue to be friends!
Love,
Rudbeckia de Borgia ♡
[ inside the folded handkerchief is another slip of paper that provides the name of the flower and its symbolism, along with a sheepish footnote: I'm sure everyone must be a little tired of flowers at the moment, but I hope this can be a positive association. ]