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The Thought That Counts

Molly felt incredibly relieved when Oliver expressed joy at the plushes. She had a nagging worry he'd be incredibly sad because it might remind him of the...fallen mini-pets. Whew. For the most part of Oliver's spheel, Molly just nodded her head, because she really wasn't in the loop with Pokemon and teams aside from the bits she learned from Allan and from bits and snippets of talk from Life techs. "Maybe you could ask around in the Life labs...?" Molly offered, her brows knitting. "I hear them talk about it a lot..."

She nodded her head again, more vigorously this time.

"Mhm! I made a variety too...because I wasn't sure which ones you'd like!"

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Oliver nodded, "I-I will. Or I could ask Finn where he got his game system, I don't often see the techs who work on runic things, I'm mostly in the biology areas of the labs."

He squished one of the pokemon in his hands as he smiled at the treats, and suddenly his lower lip began to quiver. "That's really a-amazing." The boy sniffled and raised the hand with the IV, but set it down again. Then he gingerly wiped his face with the back of his other hand. "I-I really like a lot of types cookies..."

rawr!

Shiloh had slipped in quietly, hoping to catch Oliver asleep and to leave his present behind, so he could open it on his own time, without having to entertain a visitor when he was feeling under the weather. Shiloh loved watching people open presents, but he also knew how serious things had to be to warrant a stay at the Deus infirmary and he didn't want to stress the poor hunter out.

That being said, despite his best intentions, Shiloh was neither quiet or particularly graceful, especially not when carrying a giant ball of green fluff.

He tried to squeeze it and himself into the room and succeeded in almost knocking over a vase of flowers and very loudly knocking into a table of trays.

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Arorangi waved a hand. "It just means I need to spread more holiday cheer!" he said brightly, in spite of the fact that it was after the holidays. "Do not worry, my friend, I will not make a ruckus, I just came to see you and wish you a happy birthday!"

He looked a little confused at the question. "What do you mean, what they are for? They are for you! They are presents!"

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"You already made a ruckus, I'm sure everyone is awake now," Oliver replied, but his sheepish smile said it was one of his infrequent jokes, not to be taken seriously.

With so many gifts around him, Oliver was at a loss. It was like there were enough presents around him to make up for every year he had spent without celebrating his birthday, and Christmas besides! He picked one up, and put it down next to him only to pick up another one.

The boy's lower lip quivered.

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Oliver nodded and wiped his eyes, but it was a minute before he could speak. "I d-don't... h-haven't had a birthday... in a few years."

As he sniffled happily, it was clear the sheer number of gifts was almost more than he knew what to do with. He settled for turning one wrapped present over in his hands, and gingerly wiping his nose before it could get messy. He didn't mean to cry, it just... happened that way.

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"I-it isn't that bad," Oliver insisted, his voice breaking slightly in happy tearfulness. He spoke like it was a situation that was still going on. It was still an unreal situation, made more so by his presence in the infirmary. He acted like next year there would again be no birthday.

Oliver took the gift with a happy sniffle, and unwrapped the green sweater. When he unfolded it he noticed the decorations. "It's a dinosaur sweater!" He exclaimed with a laugh. He would have pulled it on if it weren't for the IV and oxygen monitor attached to his hand. "Thank you, m-my room gets really cold sometimes..."