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[breakaleginhalf]

Hey, it's Gil. Either I haven't got my phone on me, OR I'm actively ignoring you. Text me if it's important, try harder if you're dying. TEXT | VOICE | VIDEO | ACTION

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delivery @ trojan

[lostintransmition]

[Mono's gifts are sometimes hard to parse; they simply appear in a myriad of places, easy to mistake as garbage at a very cursory glance. Well, it's where most of them come from.

Delicately rolled up at the very edge of the lips couch is a red rag that seems to have been torn from something. It's a little dirty, frayed at the edges with dangling threads that have come loose--but with all of its worn weathering, time and use has smoothed it down, and it is very, very soft.]

[breakaleginhalf]

[Luckily, despite the smell of garbage baked into the cloth, Gil can smell Mono's unique, almost staticky odour laced on it, and something about that is deeply charming. (The softness is also noted, and Gil can't help rubbing his nose in it for a few seconds to test it.)

There's a large TV cabinet turned wardrobe-slash-bookshelf in his room; it's a pleasant dark navy, almost black, so Mono's present is a bright red blossom of colour on one of the middle shelves, taking pride of place above his laptop's usual spot.]