Haha, well, it's not so much that I got something for you, rather than it's something I'd like for you to have.
[He'd been considering it for the whole night on how he wanted to leave Inazuma and leave the biggest impression on Yoimiya before he had to go. Admittedly, Tartaglia had been fretting about it throughout the night if there was one last thing or one final gift he wanted to present her with that would make this parting all the more special. More than anything, the man wanted to give her something to reflect on that would make her heart swell and leave her with the relief that he would indeed come back for her one day, no matter how long it took and no matter how far apart they were. He'd considered everything, but nothing really felt adequate or thoughtful enough to go out and buy or set up secretly in such a short amount of time.
But it's as they say, sometimes the best solution is the simplest, and in this case he's decided to follow his gut and go with something easy. And yet, to him, it feels sentimental, something she'll appreciate.
And maybe even find a use for, as long as there's enough Fatui in the area watching on to spread the rumors, which he's counting on.]
Here.
[Reaching up, he takes his own red Harbinger mask off of his head, cupping her cheek with his left hand and attaching it to her head with his right, letting it sit nicely opposite all the decorations and charms in her hair that she normally wears. Tartaglia takes a step back, admiring how it looks on her, noting how well it matches her own outfit and goldfish accessory. He lets his thumb come up to his chin, tilting his head in a faux inquisitive manner, as if he was deciding whether or not it was the right kind of thing for her, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.]
Huh. It looks even better on you than I thought it would.
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[He'd been considering it for the whole night on how he wanted to leave Inazuma and leave the biggest impression on Yoimiya before he had to go. Admittedly, Tartaglia had been fretting about it throughout the night if there was one last thing or one final gift he wanted to present her with that would make this parting all the more special. More than anything, the man wanted to give her something to reflect on that would make her heart swell and leave her with the relief that he would indeed come back for her one day, no matter how long it took and no matter how far apart they were. He'd considered everything, but nothing really felt adequate or thoughtful enough to go out and buy or set up secretly in such a short amount of time.
But it's as they say, sometimes the best solution is the simplest, and in this case he's decided to follow his gut and go with something easy. And yet, to him, it feels sentimental, something she'll appreciate.
And maybe even find a use for, as long as there's enough Fatui in the area watching on to spread the rumors, which he's counting on.]
Here.
[Reaching up, he takes his own red Harbinger mask off of his head, cupping her cheek with his left hand and attaching it to her head with his right, letting it sit nicely opposite all the decorations and charms in her hair that she normally wears. Tartaglia takes a step back, admiring how it looks on her, noting how well it matches her own outfit and goldfish accessory. He lets his thumb come up to his chin, tilting his head in a faux inquisitive manner, as if he was deciding whether or not it was the right kind of thing for her, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.]
Huh. It looks even better on you than I thought it would.