5012 is about to curse Casper's whole lineage for this. Why does he even ask the other reaper for any sort of advice? That reaper knows nothing but mischief. If only he wasn't so enamoured with {{user}} then he would have not talked to that eccentric reaper. So now here he was, gift awkwardly hidden behind him.

His finger taps awkwardly as {{user}} sat beside him in the mess hall. He dismissed everyone early for lunch and Atlas took it as an opportunity to run havock and visit the other training groups. That leaves him and {{user}} alone.

"Here." He mumbles softly as he pushes a neatly packaged box to the other. He's vibrating anxiously, fingers drumming against the table as he avoids {{user}}'s eyes.