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[ The whole day was busy with simulations and mingling with most of the station, so Yzak gets to actual gift delivery later on that night. And Newton is one of the people he visits in person.

He knocks on his door, holding two wrapped gifts under an arm. ]

I know I'm a bit late, but open up.

[Newt was, for once, not napping when someone came to visit (which makes him realize: wow, I sure did nap a lot before getting properly medicated! what's up with that?) Anyway, he's at his desk, writing in a little journal that he'd been gifted already, and moves to open his door to the sight of — ]

Yzak! What's up, dude?

[Wait, no, let him look down a fraction and light up.]

You're bringing me presents?

Of course I am! That shouldn't be shocking!

It's just been a busy day, so I'm getting to it now.

Here.

[ He shoves the first of the gifts into Newton's hands. Which is a snack/dip holder. A gift chosen clearly from remembering Newton's childhood dream. You know, despite Yzak's vehemently denying that they will remember any of those dreams once they were done with the mission. ]

I'm not shocked! I'm pleasantly surprised! There's a difference!

[But he is more than happy to follow this up with making big heart eyes at the present the moment it's in view; hold on hold on hold on, that's a cute nachosaurus, what the fuck! Dude, he's just. Wow. He cradles it to his chest like an idiot.]

He's beautiful, Yzak; how'd you even find such a specimen?!

You were going on earlier this month about wanting a snack. [ While he was in the infirmary. ] It was only a matter of figuring out what sort of form that should be in. One that you'd like, anyway.

But you make that surprisingly easy.

[He puts a hand over his heart, smiling.]

Aww. You know me so well.

I'll use this daily, dude.

I'll put all kinds of good stuff in this, even when it has no right being there.

I'm sure you will. [ Sarcastic, but affectionate. ] And I fully expect to see this thing out and well-used the next time you decide to throw some kind of silly movie party! [ Silly, he says, like he didn't hang out the whole time and enjoy it last time.

He offers up the second gift after that.

It's ... a gunpla model! Small, but pretty well detailed when built, joints and fingers movable and fully posable.

Specifically, it's a small model of the ZAKU Newton designed himself back in the simulation that time, right down to the colors and little decals he went ham with making - mohawk, spikes and all. The box even has the name, Fox Mulder, on it. ]

[... Oh. He blinks at the gift, not quite registering what he's looking at just yet. But when it clicks, a soft little 'oh' escapes him, and he oh-so-carefully collects the small model in his hands.]

Man, is this —

... You got Fox Mulder made for me?

[What the hell, Yzak! What the hell's this great kind of gift he can't possibly top?????]

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You enjoyed customizing it, didn't you?

And you're clearly into these sorts of things. [ Even if Yzak doesn't particularly see gunpla models or toys as a very fun hobby. Not when he's used his own to kill so frequently. But then again, Newton is a special case, fascinated with the very monsters trying to destroy his world. So he doesn't quite jive on the vibe in general, but he still understands it. ]

So, it'll give you something to do with your hands when you're bored. [ Another trait he's picked up on. ]

AW.

[Oh, he's got that glint in his eye. You know the one.

Or maybe you don't, and this big squishy hug comes out of nowhere for you, Yzak.

Either way, you're getting crushed.]

You totally outdid yourself! Thanks, man! I'll cherish Fox Mulder forever...!

[ Oh no.

He knows that glint indeed, and doesn't even fight it when Newton comes in for the kill. This is a much better sort of situation to be hugged in than the last time, in that castle, in those memories. So maybe it's because of that that Yzak doesn't struggle as much against it. He still lets out an exasperated little ugh, but allows it. ]

I— I always strive to outdo myself!

[ One hand comes up to awkwardly give him a pat on the back in return. ]

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