Okay. Once he's sure that Elliot isn't looking, he'll pull the necklace carefully from his pocket. It clatters softly against itself as he wraps it around his neck and shoulders from behind, carefully affixing the metal clasp at the nape of his neck. Despite it being made from multiple types of stone, it's not terribly heavy. It lays comfortably against his collar since Sesa was careful to cut the stones small enough to be light, all while keeping them a decent enough size to be visible.]
[There's a clear temptation to feel what it is around his neck before he's been given permission to look at it. His hand rises, but he stops himself midway through, waiting, waiting...
And then Sesa gives him permission and the first thing he does is reach for the cut stones and hold them up in his delicate fingers to watch them glint in the light. The happy cooing will continue, it seems, light in the back of his throat.]
[The moment Elliot starts to touch and admire the necklace is when Sesa feels like all of his hard work has been made worth it, his expression lighting up as the tip of his tail curls and flicks around like a Perro's would if it had begun to wag. Honestly, he probably would have been happy even if Elliot didn't like it very much, because the act of making it for him was the whole point. The thought that counts etc etc.]
Mmm...not particularly. Though it has become a bit of a hobby, now.
[After all, Elliot is wearing three whole pieces of handmade jewelry from Sesa by now, soooo.]
It may become a hobby, at this rate. But mostly...I thought you deserved something nice.
[He sure fucking is, and he will wear them every day if he can. He has not taken the ring off, and the earrings are very much hanging from his ears as they speak. Where is his marriage proposal Sesa, you've decorated him it's time for the wedding. What the fuck.]
You have talent in far more than illegal weaponry, my love, that's for certain.
[Turns around in his seat... smooches Sesa's cheek. Get kissed idiot.]
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Okay. Once he's sure that Elliot isn't looking, he'll pull the necklace carefully from his pocket. It clatters softly against itself as he wraps it around his neck and shoulders from behind, carefully affixing the metal clasp at the nape of his neck. Despite it being made from multiple types of stone, it's not terribly heavy. It lays comfortably against his collar since Sesa was careful to cut the stones small enough to be light, all while keeping them a decent enough size to be visible.]
There. You can open them now.
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And then Sesa gives him permission and the first thing he does is reach for the cut stones and hold them up in his delicate fingers to watch them glint in the light. The happy cooing will continue, it seems, light in the back of his throat.]
How beautiful. Do you fancy yourself a jeweller?
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Mmm...not particularly. Though it has become a bit of a hobby, now.
[After all, Elliot is wearing three whole pieces of handmade jewelry from Sesa by now, soooo.]
It may become a hobby, at this rate. But mostly...I thought you deserved something nice.
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You have talent in far more than illegal weaponry, my love, that's for certain.
[Turns around in his seat... smooches Sesa's cheek. Get kissed idiot.]
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Also, hehe. Smooch.]
I'm glad you think so. I suppose I could branch out, make some for the other residents, but...I don't know. Making them for you feels...special.