The pocket knife, she-- Sakura nearly gasps at it, and unaware of any looks that might be exchanged between Kei and Oda, takes the offered gift with a careful hand. It's a good quality, she can tell that at a glance. Opening and closing the knife is easy and natural, the sharpness of it seeming to cut the air itself. Beautiful, she thinks, and a good match for the one she received from John.
-- Though of course, receiving a knife as a birthday gift does tend to raise questions. She snaps back to the present, eyes bouncing between the two men before she interjects on Kei's behalf.]
I-it's okay! I, um... I asked him to get me this, in a way... [Which is not quite the truth, but neither is a complete lie. Kei knows very well the type of woman Sakura wishes to be. In her eyes, he chose well.
Turning back to her "guardian":]
Thank you very much, I'll be sure to treasure it. [And use it well, her smile seems to say]
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The pocket knife, she-- Sakura nearly gasps at it, and unaware of any looks that might be exchanged between Kei and Oda, takes the offered gift with a careful hand. It's a good quality, she can tell that at a glance. Opening and closing the knife is easy and natural, the sharpness of it seeming to cut the air itself. Beautiful, she thinks, and a good match for the one she received from John.
-- Though of course, receiving a knife as a birthday gift does tend to raise questions. She snaps back to the present, eyes bouncing between the two men before she interjects on Kei's behalf.]
I-it's okay! I, um... I asked him to get me this, in a way... [Which is not quite the truth, but neither is a complete lie. Kei knows very well the type of woman Sakura wishes to be. In her eyes, he chose well.
Turning back to her "guardian":]
Thank you very much, I'll be sure to treasure it. [And use it well, her smile seems to say]