[inside her box is a piece of Lighthouse-branded gear, but it's far different from the standard t-shirts and sweatshirts that new arrivals and volunteers receive. Saint-Germain is the recipient of a bespoke windbreaker with a hood and perfect allowances for her many arms and legs: the arms get sleeves, and the rest of the coat is long enough to cover the legs without hindrance of movement. The Handler and Saint-Germain may not be fast friends, but Horatio knows the perils of arachne life, and the Handler knew a good spider tailor. So, sometimes these things align well.
He opens his own box and almost cackles, his hand coming up to cover his mouth in delighted astonishment]
Holy shit, Saint-G, this is ... this is an obscene amount of penny candy. I'm gonna be set for the whole damn year. Thank you.
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Date: 2023-01-11 02:37 am (UTC)He opens his own box and almost cackles, his hand coming up to cover his mouth in delighted astonishment]
Holy shit, Saint-G, this is ... this is an obscene amount of penny candy. I'm gonna be set for the whole damn year. Thank you.