[Mini Event] come follow me down

Clemente

the difference between a garden

and a graveyard

is what we choose to put in the soil

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Clem is late, and he's running like hell with his little bundle held tight to his chest, pretending that time simply isn't moving so that he doesn't feel so badly about coming so late. He had been so worried about his presents, had spent hours agonizing over making them perfect, and time had simply...slipped away.

Wessex's voice rings in his head and he nearly stumbles in surprise, but his heart warms at the fact that she checks on him nonetheless. I'm coming! He calls back as he readjusts his presents. There are a lot more people than he expected however, certainly more than the normal size of their fanged-family. It slows his pace immediately, old wary instincts coming to the fore. Clem is aware he probably looks like a half-starved streetdog with how he skirts around the edges of the gathering, shoulders hiked high and eyes darting around the new faces as he tries to get to Wessex.

"Who're all these people?" he mumbles uncomfortably, wishing he weren't so tall so he might hide by her side. Reaching into the bag he digs around until he finds hers, and shyly offers it to her from her side. "I made ya this," he clarifies nervously. It's a decently sized wooden brooch with an electric arc through a heart. Simultaneously meant to symbolize her electric heart and closeness to The Voice, and a closeness to himself. Embarrassed immediately he turns to find his other gift victims.

Clem slips away towards Rexanna and Bastien despite how busy they seem to be. Clemente doesn't care about that, he's clearly far more important (or so he tells himself to settle the nerves chewing him up inside) so they can wait. This is a gift giving event, not a talk-yourself-to-death event. A matching pair of wooden hearts - a larger one on a necklace for Rex, and a smaller one on a bracelet for Bastien - with a small engraving in his slightly-improving hand that said 'Clem <3 You'. He scampers away quickly after depositing them, uncomfortable with the amount of eyes on the pair.

Amun is next, and he gives the man a palm sized wooden fox figurine with a grinning snout, his own grin rather close as he hands it off. "Cuz ya call me Swift," he explains. Though it's his own nickname, he'd thought it would match the man's mischievous nature, and would sappily tie them together. Nate receives a simply designed wooden journal that he had painted a tree on in the Guild, which had been much harder to create, but Rexanna had helped him make the binding and the paper. "For your doctor-y notes!" That had taken a bit of investigation to figure out, but once he'd seen the old notice on the town Board, he'd realized Nate was some sort of medicine guy. Which really just equates to doctor in his brain no matter what. He had used a lot of the wood they'd harvested together to make these gifts, and he smiles at the man and hopes he knows that his assistance had made them possible that day.

Feeling bad that he hadn't gotten anything for the others even though he doesn't really know them, he retreats to Wessex's side, ears sharp as she has asked of him now that there are strangers in their midst. Wondering why they were invited, why they had invaded, and feeling distinctly less celebratory in the wake of his suspicion.

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