"There are no boxes here though…" Bob raised a brow as he cast a glance at Freya who turned to stare at him with a mirrored clueless expression. He shrugged, then snapped his fingers, "Then I will use the opportunity to give you these [Nuclear Stars]…"
"Gauntlets? I can handle the hilt of my daggers just fine without some weird gloves." Freya stood and stared at the gauntlets in Bob's hands, until he shoved it into her arms, "Besides, aren't these for boxer mains? A beautiful dagger would have made a much better gift…"
"Shut up and take it, and a little gratitude while you're at it." Bob rolled his eyes to the side and a sudden coldness appeared in his gaze. He grew silent, staring off while Freya quipped the gauntlets with her head bowed, and her sighs filling his ears.
