[The elf that seemed to have decided Freyjadour was his to watch had insisted upon him delivering at least one gift today. Putting it all until last minute was no good, wasn't it?
The problem was the gift in particular was one he couldn't get caught delivering. It was a simply wrapped present that he planned to leave on Mithos' doorstep after knocking, then quickly leave before he answered--
Planned, being the key word. Rather then being silent about it as he'd planned, he lets out a rather loud, pained yell as the small elf jumps up to dangle from his braid in a fit of mischievous curiosity.] You're pulling out my hair!
[December 23rd]
The problem was the gift in particular was one he couldn't get caught delivering. It was a simply wrapped present that he planned to leave on Mithos' doorstep after knocking, then quickly leave before he answered--
Planned, being the key word. Rather then being silent about it as he'd planned, he lets out a rather loud, pained yell as the small elf jumps up to dangle from his braid in a fit of mischievous curiosity.] You're pulling out my hair!