[ This one's arriving much later than his blademates sometime past 11 in the evening. Josh is dressed down -- no Rhiannon suit or Netsach uniform tonight -- and he's making his way towards Kalika with a shy smile on his face. ]
Good evening, Magistrate. Sorry for being late.
Happy Birthday.
[ And with that, he's handing over a small gift wrapped in plain white wrapping paper.
He didn't have time to go shopping, having only woken up a little less than three hours before. So yes, that's paper swiped from the printer they have at home, just like the gift inside was cobbled together from some things found at the bottom of that box he brought over from Vancouver. ]
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Good evening, Magistrate. Sorry for being late.
Happy Birthday.
[ And with that, he's handing over a small gift wrapped in plain white wrapping paper.
He didn't have time to go shopping, having only woken up a little less than three hours before. So yes, that's paper swiped from the printer they have at home, just like the gift inside was cobbled together from some things found at the bottom of that box he brought over from Vancouver. ]