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[spacedisaster]

[ Maybe not shut them off completely, just tune out the worst ones, finding a balance. It's easier said than done, Peter knows. He watches with rap attention as blue unwraps the present, a bit nervous himself. Perhaps he should have asked something from Viveca instead, already made, instead of doing it himself. He thought it would be more special this way, but perhaps it just looks bad. ]

Ah, they're mittens. They're similar to gloves, but they keep your hands even warmer because the fingers are close together. They're perhaps not the most functional when you want to work with your hands, but if you're just walking or playing with the snow, they work better than normal gloves. It's uhm...well I made them, but I can give you something else if you don't think you'll be needing them?

[firstroar]

[Blue is gently running his thumb across the woven texture as Peter explains, wondering if there was word around the station that there was going to be cold terrain in store, but that thought is halted, caught off-guard by one bit of that explanation that draws his eyes back up to Peter, eyebrows raised once more in more apparent surprise.]

You...made these? Yourself?

[spacedisaster]

Yeah. [ Peter look uncharacteristically meek at the confession. He knows that his sewing skills need work and that Blue could simply ask for normal gloves to Viveca and get something of better quality. But he likes to give these sorts of gift, they feel more personal if he made them. ]

Yeah both things, the scarf too.

[firstroar]

[the admission is met with a small beat of silence before a smile starts to form.]

Peter...this is remarkable. [he looks back down at them with more admiration - even a bit of reverence.] That you took such time... [for him.] It makes me so happy...

[spacedisaster]

Peter smiles instantly, finally noticing that Blue is actually touched by the present, instead of just confused. He has to fight the urge to hug him, and doesn't manage, so he wraps an arm around the other man's shoulders and gives him a friendly squeeze.

I'm happy to hear that. And you can wear them in the sunlight room, Viveca made it look like it has snowed. We could go have a snowball fight.

[firstroar]

[Blue doesn't shy away from the gesture, instead leaning against him while still smiling down at the gift. it's so very personal, filled with diligent work with the intention for him, no one else. that's special.

well-made or not, he'll treasure them.]