[He is actually home tonight, fortunately, but he's only just gotten back from a quick excursion out within the hour or so — in large part because he'd been struck with an abrupt shock of gift self-consciousness and dashed out at the eleventh hour to try to supplement what he'd gotten Rohan with something else to round things out. Which is also why he's fussing over a box at the point when the door creaks to announce Rohan's arrival, because he wasn't good at gift-wrapping even when he didn't have claws, and now you wouldn't believe how many ribbons he's accidentally severed from carelessness with his nails.
When he hears Rohan coming in, though, he whirls, and the sight of what's in his hands means his own gift-wrapping attempts go immediately forgotten.]
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When he hears Rohan coming in, though, he whirls, and the sight of what's in his hands means his own gift-wrapping attempts go immediately forgotten.]
...Hi.
[It's a fishbowl.]
You need a hand with that?