[Well someone's going to almost trip over this basket as he leaves his room. Catching himself Afonso blinks, first taking in the sight of the toys, giving an amused smile as Rocky immediately grabs one of the toys.]
Your old ones were getting worn. You better thank Diarmuid.
[Because who else could have left wooden toys? there? His attention then falls on the crutch, eyes widening. Was that for... For him? He picks it up gingerly, running a finger down the carving, smiling when he notes how similar to Rocky the dogs look.
It's a little tricky getting it all back into his room - though Rocky helps by lovingly carrying his new toys in one by one to hide them by his dog bed. Once that's done he pauses, debating for a moment, before switching his old worn crutch for the new one. It's a little more tricky carrying a fairly decent size gift bag with tissue paper. Actually, it's incredibly difficult and Afonso gives up carrying it once he reaches the main space of the school.]
Diarmuid! You here?
[Something pokes out from the bag as he looks around. It almost looks like a small harp...]
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Re: Backdated to sometime between Christmas and New Years
Date: 2017-01-11 02:46 am (UTC)Your old ones were getting worn. You better thank Diarmuid.
[Because who else could have left wooden toys? there? His attention then falls on the crutch, eyes widening. Was that for... For him? He picks it up gingerly, running a finger down the carving, smiling when he notes how similar to Rocky the dogs look.
It's a little tricky getting it all back into his room - though Rocky helps by lovingly carrying his new toys in one by one to hide them by his dog bed. Once that's done he pauses, debating for a moment, before switching his old worn crutch for the new one. It's a little more tricky carrying a fairly decent size gift bag with tissue paper. Actually, it's incredibly difficult and Afonso gives up carrying it once he reaches the main space of the school.]
Diarmuid! You here?
[Something pokes out from the bag as he looks around. It almost looks like a small harp...]