[What do you even get a princess for the holidays? Having to get a gift for a stranger is bad enough, but he's trying to put something out there for a few of his friends, too. He probably sent it before the gala, but it'll arrive by courier in Allura's hands after. Holiday mail, can't trust it.
He settles on a red journal with a lock and key (ignore the weird message thing) and a few fancy pens. There's also a plate of cheeses. There's no note unless she looks at the first page of the diary.]
Hey, Allura.
If you ever need to write anything down, you can use this. Maybe it'll give your rats something better to do than to read my own.
delivery;
He settles on a red journal with a lock and key (ignore the weird message thing) and a few fancy pens. There's also a plate of cheeses. There's no note unless she looks at the first page of the diary.]
Hey, Allura.
If you ever need to write anything down, you can use this. Maybe it'll give your rats something better to do than to read my own.
Your friend,
Dylas
[Suck it, space mice, he just called y'all rats.]