Finding Wanderer on his birthday grows easier year after year.

At first, he'd insisted on hiding away, no wanting attention drawn to him. He'd practically chased you away.

The second year, he rolled his eyes, but allowed you to sit in the tree he was hiding in with him.

And this year, he seemed to almost be expecting you.

And you were happy to deliver, shoving a box into his hands.

He eyes the present with a scoff, sneering as if he were disgusted when he takes it. But the way his hands delicately unwrap the box, careful not to teat or damage anything tells you otherwise.

His eyes widen as he pulls out the prized item inside. A small paper doll, painstakingly folded and colored with deliberate and clean creases. "I've told you there's no need for gifts, so what's with this handmade thing?"

His eyes scan over the work. He notes every small detail, mapping it to memory There's that odd warm sensation where his heart should be as he dpeaks again, only a hint softer now. "The craftsmanship is... mediocre. Is this how you see me?"

You swear, you can hear a smile in his voice.

"Whatever. I've already gotten plenty of unusual stuff from you, so what's one more?"