[Yamamoto is in his room which seems to be a little messier than usual. Off on a desk in the background is a mess of bright colored clay and paints with something short in the middle obstructed from view by a sheet of cloth over it. Yamamoto's normal smile seems even more genuine if it's possible. He is obviously very happy and excited for this day
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What was that.
What even.
Yamamoto you
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Gokudera stares at the comm device for a minute, then just tosses it onto his bed. God, that idiot, going on and on. Like anyone cares.
He turns and looks at the gifts he's amassed, which are lined up on his desk, with the exception of the pack of cigarettes. He's already half smoked it. Taking it out of his pocket, he sets it next to the rest.
...Could Yamamoto have meant--
Naaaaah. No way.]
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Three squished looking figurines made of clay: one orange and brown, one red and grey and one blue and black. They're mostly humanoid with little faces painted on their flesh toned skin. The orange one stands alone but the other two are joined at the hand. He has them standing on a plate since they were awkward to carry.
He stands in the doorway smiling big but not so goofy.]
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He gets the door and starts to speak, but then has to stop and just stare at the figurines. He can tell what they are but he still has to ask.]
What the fuck are those?
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