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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] on_ur_left) wrote in [community profile] rogue_america 2017-01-06 02:15 am (UTC)

A grin of excitement crossed his face as Steve accepted the wrapped package. While Steve was often rather fastidious, and liked to re-use a lot of things, gift paper was not one of them, and he eagerly tore into it, all but ignoring the carefully taped edges except as a starting point to tear through the paper.

Once he was inside the box, Steve pulled out a bright yellow notebook, and a rounded black pen, which looked very snazzy. He chuckled. "Okay, this is fantastic. Is it - not that I wouldn't love it even if it is just a regular old notebook and pen..." He fiddled with the pen a little and discovered that the clip was actually detachable, which was even neater, "but I feel like I'm missing something." He pointed at the cover. "Is it really all weather?" It did say 'Rite in the Rain' which he assumed was an intentional misspelling, meaning it could indeed get wet and be alright. Which, if that was the case... Wow. It was simple, and useful, and he loved it. He kind of wanted to hug the items to his chest, which was a little ridiculous.

When Steve had been twelve, his mother had given him a brand new box of 10 colored pencils. She must have saved for ages for it, because they'd never been very well-off to begin with, and the Depression had struck just the year before, and nobody could afford anything anymore. He'd been so careful with those pencils, but of course he couldn't not use them. He'd worn them down to the nubs, and when he finally couldn't sharpen them anymore, he'd put them all back in the box and left them in the cubby shelf of his room, and never forgot how much his mother loved him, and did for him. This wasn't exactly the same, of course, but it felt like it. How many other people would think to get him something simple like this - most people would dismiss it as 'lame' or 'not personal enough.' But it was incredibly personal, because it meant Rogue understood him, and his tendency to write and draw whenever the mood struck him. She understood that he didn't need big, flashy or expensive presents to make him happy.

He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. "Thank you." His voice was huskier than he expected, and he cleared his throat a little self-consciously.

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