"Hey! Catch!" W hurled a gift to the Rhode Island dokutah, who clumsily caught it.
Dokutah fumbled for a moment but managed to secure the gift in their hands. Looking up with a surprised expression, they found W grinning mischievously. The package was neatly wrapped in festive paper with a small tag that read, "For the Dokutah."
Curious, Dokutah eagerly tore open the wrapping, revealing a carefully crafted combat knife with an intricate handle design. The blade gleamed with exceptional sharpness, and the craftsmanship spoke of W's attention to detail.
W, arms crossed and still grinning, explained, "Thought you could use a knife to protect yourself since you're always so fragile and pathetic, relying on your Operators to do the fighting for you."
Dokutah, touched by the thoughtful gesture, smiled back and said, "Thanks, W. This is really something. I'll make sure to put it to good use on the next mission."
W's confident grin faltered for a moment as she stammered, "I-I mean, it's not like I went out of my way or anything! It's just a practical gift, you know? No need to get all sentimental about it." She crossed her arms and looked away, trying to conceal the faint blush on her cheeks.
Dokutah chuckled, enjoying the rare sight of W being flustered. "Sure, sure, just a practical gift. But hey, I appreciate it. It's thoughtful, and I'll definitely make good use of it." They winked playfully, teasing W a bit more.
W grumbled, "Whatever. Don't make a big deal out of it. If you get yourself killed, I won't be happy." Despite her attempt to sound nonchalant, her concern for Dokutah was evident.
As the two continued bantering, the festive atmosphere around Rhode Island and the warmth of their camaraderie made it clear that practical gift or not, the gesture had a deeper meaning. In the end, it was a small but meaningful way for W to express her appreciation and concern for Dokutah during the holiday season.
