“Well there’s gifts you get because you’re expected to give one, because it’s polite, or traditional, or a holiday or something. A lot of times it’s really generic and boring, both getting and receiving gifts like that, because either no thought or only really shallow thought went into it.” Aoba shrugged, jostling his hammock-cocoon a bit. “I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you. You sound like you have the right idea, anyway.”
With a bit of squirming, he freed one arm and held a hand out, roughly twenty centimeters below the top of his own head. “She’s about this tall against me, if you’re thinking clothes. She does basically all the cooking, and she’s a retired doctor that still does house calls for the neighbors sometimes.”
And bringing her up…this time, it didn’t hurt at all. There was no homesick heartache at the mention of her, just the happy imaginings of a…long-distance introduction between her and his new friend.
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With a bit of squirming, he freed one arm and held a hand out, roughly twenty centimeters below the top of his own head. “She’s about this tall against me, if you’re thinking clothes. She does basically all the cooking, and she’s a retired doctor that still does house calls for the neighbors sometimes.”
And bringing her up…this time, it didn’t hurt at all. There was no homesick heartache at the mention of her, just the happy imaginings of a…long-distance introduction between her and his new friend.