Mmhm. [Nariko gives him a look that very clearly says 'you're clearly enjoying the money but that's fine you little smartass'. If anything she's very happy that he's going all out, and only mildly huffy that he probably outdid her this year. It could be said that gift giving isn't a competition to begin with but anyone who said that clearly didn't know Nariko at all. She liked to impress just as much as she enjoyed being impressed.
Junko, meanwhile, decides she's going to believe him when he mentions the camera but she's already moved on to enjoying what she's been blessed with. Nariko made her a soft pink pin up dress, one which would inevitably hug every one of Junko's delicate curves and-] This is going to make my boobs look awesome! Mom, you made this?! Oh my god!
[Well, hey, at least Nariko could still impress her daughter! But, then, Junko moves on to her dad's gift, opening it with the same care as her other gifts but when she opens it she stops entirely. The exact design of it doesn't matter, really Junko would be more than thrilled with anything. What matters is that she'd wanted a kimono ever since she was a little girl, and now she examines it very delicately, as if it might fly away from her.]
Dad ... [Yeah, fuck it, she's going to hug the thing right to her stupid reindeer pajamas. When she looks at him it's - Well, she hasn't really looked at her father with such inherent, familial love in a very long time.
(Ignore Nariko tearing up a little and squeezing her mate's arm. He did good, there.)] Thank you.
[It's perfect, and she's so happy and reluctant to let it go, but there's still one left, so she's going to gently arrange it back to where it needs to be, smoothing the fabric free of even a slight wrinkle.]
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Junko, meanwhile, decides she's going to believe him when he mentions the camera but she's already moved on to enjoying what she's been blessed with. Nariko made her a soft pink pin up dress, one which would inevitably hug every one of Junko's delicate curves and-] This is going to make my boobs look awesome! Mom, you made this?! Oh my god!
[Well, hey, at least Nariko could still impress her daughter! But, then, Junko moves on to her dad's gift, opening it with the same care as her other gifts but when she opens it she stops entirely. The exact design of it doesn't matter, really Junko would be more than thrilled with anything. What matters is that she'd wanted a kimono ever since she was a little girl, and now she examines it very delicately, as if it might fly away from her.]
Dad ... [Yeah, fuck it, she's going to hug the thing right to her stupid reindeer pajamas. When she looks at him it's - Well, she hasn't really looked at her father with such inherent, familial love in a very long time.
(Ignore Nariko tearing up a little and squeezing her mate's arm. He did good, there.)] Thank you.
[It's perfect, and she's so happy and reluctant to let it go, but there's still one left, so she's going to gently arrange it back to where it needs to be, smoothing the fabric free of even a slight wrinkle.]