[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.]
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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.]