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[chainsawn]

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[puppy_lancer]

[He feels absolutely rotten as he writes this note. He hates breaking promises, especially if it means disappointing a kid.]

I'm really sorry, kid.

I'll get you a trophy when I get back? How about a boar tusk?

--Lancer

[chainsawn]

[ For a while she stares at the note, wondering if she should just reply to it to begin with. But then again, from his words it does seem like he's trying to reach out at least a little bit to her - more than most adults do.

It makes her give it the benefit of the doubt even if she does feel disappointed. ]

I'd like a gift.

Thank you.

given on February 14th

[puppy_lancer]

[There's a boar's tusk half the size of a man's arm, and a small bag of cookies. There's a note next to the package.]

Here you go, kid. And happy Valentine's Day.

--Lancer