[ 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. ]
[ Oh... How cute? Dokja never gets gifts, so this is an unfamiliar, but pleasant surprise.
Also.............. "friends"???
He'll have to thank her in person the next time he sees her. For now, he pockets the handkerchief! Should it arrive with him if he somehow magically transmigrates to another world, that would be Something. ]
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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. ]
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Also.............. "friends"???
He'll have to thank her in person the next time he sees her. For now, he pockets the handkerchief! Should it arrive with him if he somehow magically transmigrates to another world, that would be Something. ]