[Really, Rip's got no expectation of a formal gift exchange. After all, that's the stuff of sweethearts, something which he and Peggy are decidedly not. Still, they're rather far from strangers. A good day might see the word "friend" silently thought, though "colleague" tends to be the spoken label.
Wherever they fall in the grey, Rip has had the idea for his gift for quite some time. Good thing, too. He'd needed to employ a bit of help for the more complicated parts, given the closets constantly refusal to give him anything like the technology he's so used to. But the construction and the design had been entirely his own doing, until at last Rip leaves a neatly wrapped box at Peggy's door come early Christmas morning.
No doubt she'd be able to guess the source of it's contents once she'd opened the box--particularly when she saw the telltale red light emanating from where the cartridge release would be on a typical gun of this type. All the same, there's a note written in neat script included, notably unsigned.:
Given in the hopes you won't find reason to aim at me a second time.]
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Christmas 2017
Wherever they fall in the grey, Rip has had the idea for his gift for quite some time. Good thing, too. He'd needed to employ a bit of help for the more complicated parts, given the closets constantly refusal to give him anything like the technology he's so used to. But the construction and the design had been entirely his own doing, until at last Rip leaves a neatly wrapped box at Peggy's door come early Christmas morning.
No doubt she'd be able to guess the source of it's contents once she'd opened the box--particularly when she saw the telltale red light emanating from where the cartridge release would be on a typical gun of this type. All the same, there's a note written in neat script included, notably unsigned.:
Given in the hopes you won't find reason to aim at me a second time.]