[ me gingerly putting a hand on your shoulder don't worry a thing re: fate/ ridiculousness… i get you……

that description does seem to ping something in him, though! ]

And let me guess, by 'questionable tastes in clothing,' you mean she'd wear bright red, crossing endless snowy tundras to deliver life-saving supplies and fulfill people's simple, heartfelt wishes?

[ leaving this store and turning the corner to enter another. they'll end up having to go all the way to the back for this one, but before they do he will get distracted by the many aisles of ornaments…… ]

It's always been interesting how cultures could be so similar across different worlds; I had no idea the same applied to figures. Where I come from, we have someone called the Icefield Messenger, with Christmas, verbatim, created to honour them. Their name and gender? Completely unknown. But I wonder if it's possible for that to have been your friend. Isn't it fun? Thinking about how this might tie into the idea of alternate selves.

[ … following that, he's going to hold out this ornament, looking surprisingly. thoughtful. can they talk about it next. can they. ]