[The thought that she might've thrown something out hadn't even crossed his mind until she said it. Not that he would've thought she would.
But before he is even able to say anything about it, a look of confusion crossed his features. There's a bit of a tilt to his head at his, similar to that of a curious dog.]
Something for me? It ain't my birthday or nothin'.
[Because why else would she be giving him anything?]
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But before he is even able to say anything about it, a look of confusion crossed his features. There's a bit of a tilt to his head at his, similar to that of a curious dog.]
Something for me? It ain't my birthday or nothin'.
[Because why else would she be giving him anything?]