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[striketwice]

I don't think it counts since I actually picked it out. The rest of this stuff was all random.

Funny, but random.

[vecna]

No, it counts.

[Despite his tone, soft and serene like (almost) always, there’s a hint of finality to it. Yes, Alec’s counts because he gave it to him.]

It’s definitely the one I actually intend to use. But now you have to share: what all did you get?

[striketwice]

A bunch of random crap mostly.

[ He ticks it off on his fingers as he goes. ]

The dart board was from Minato. A giant gummy bear from Nagito. A slinky that I'm pretty sure is from Genya. That fucking pickle you gave me. And Ori gave me my very own set of D&D dice.

[vecna]

[Henry’s smile twitches at “that fucking pickle.” Yes, he still thinks it’s hilarious.]

You got dice, too? What goes around comes around.

[striketwice]

They're purple and everything.

[ The corner of his mouth quirks. He thought it was funny, in an ironic sort of way. ]

[vecna]

[Oh, yes, he's sure Alec found some amusement in being given dice, all things considered.]

Themed just for you. Mine were similar. [Not purple, but black and red. Fitting.] Some higher power out there thinks they're being funny.

[striketwice]

Don't they always?

[ Even if their sense of humor is often not funny at all. ]

[vecna]

They think they do, yes.

[But no, it's not funny.]

You're doing gift-giving for the evening, right?

[striketwice]

I think I've gotten everything delivered already, so I'm a free bird. Why?

[vecna]

In that case, why don't you stay for the night?

[Henry, as seems to be the case thus far, is never shy about asking.]

Or at least for a little while longer. Don't fly off just yet.

[striketwice]

[ Well, at least Henry knows what he wants. Alec can't say he minds. ]

Fine by me. I've got nowhere to be.

[vecna]

[Henry has always known what he wants. Alec just happens to have slotted himself right into the center of all those wants, as of late, like a black hole devouring all else--

Not that he expected a rejection, but he's pleased to hear his willingness to stay, all the same.]

You know, I'm starting to realize there's more than one use for that portal you've set up in my room.

[striketwice]

You mean aside from me sneaking presents into your room?

[vecna]

Yes. [As if Alec doesn't know what he's talking about.] Like sneaking you in and out of my room.

[striketwice]

[ He laughs. ]

Keep up, Henry. I thought about that like two days ago.

[vecna]

[wow.]

And here I was, being practical, while you were motivated for other reasons altogether.

[This is not an actual complaint. (Nor is it serious.)]

[striketwice]

Is that so? And just what are your motivations for having me sneak in and out of your room?

[vecna]

I told you. An easy emergency escape route.

But now that I know you're just looking for an equally easy shortcut into my bed, well, I hardly know how to feel.

[striketwice]

Did I say that? When did I say that? Please, enlighten me, mister "why don't you stay for the night".

[vecna]

[His attempt at playing coy, which was never serious to start, falls to pieces. Henry laughs lightly but earnestly.]

I guess you've got me there.

[Oh well.]

You owe me something from the game, by the way. Do you remember?

[striketwice]

[ Yeah, he thought so. ]

I do? I think you're going to have to jog my memory.

[vecna]

[He steps forward to close what notable space remains between them.]

I think I'm owed exactly one instance of physical touch.

[striketwice]

[ There's that smirk again. His eyes flick up to Henry's. ]

Just one?

[vecna]

One... and then some.

[Henry reaches out, resting a hand at the side of Alec's face for just a moment before it slides downwards, his fingertips resting gently beneath his chin.

He leans in forward for a kiss.]

[striketwice]

[ It's the "and then some" that he's honestly hoping for. Henry's hand is warm against the side of his face, his touch surprisingly gently when it shifts. But maybe little things like this keep happening. Maybe he doesn't mind it so much, from Henry.

Alec leans in to meet him, his own hand slipping up to curl around the back of Henry's neck. ]