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[candothat]

[Chekov likes to be sneaky. This is why, on December 28th, Li-Hei will find an unwrapped box delivered to his address with "Li" written on it. Nothing else. (The date was chosen out of indecision. Chekov is used to giving gifts on New Year's Day but knows that Christmas is more popular in the City, so he split the difference.)

In the box, should Hei open it, is a small technological device. It only has one button. If Hei pushes that button, the device will fold out into a tabletop projector that... well, projects. It projects a three-dimensional display of the universe that, using an interior touchpad, can be zoomed in and out on and rotated. It's remarkably accurate and ridiculously detailed. Better yet, another touchpad will allow Hei to view the universe at different times; he can take it all the way back to the big bang or forward to the predicted "big freeze."

There's a note--an actual paper note. The handwriting is blocky and untidy.]

Li-
This is something that I traded for on the day with the geese and eggs. I have had it since I was eight. I thought that you might like to see the stars even when it is too cold for stargazing.

[It's not signed, but really, does it need to be?]

[mortemscintilla]

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[ SO MANY FEELS IN HIS TEENY FRIGID HEART. ]

[ Hesitation is something Hei rarely feels. But this. This. Oh, he's thrown off. Not in his usual quietly side-eyed-wary way, but in a quietly stunned way. He'll be in his room, analyzing and corresponding constellations, refreshing his Herschel 400 catalogue, for hours to come. (Wishing, suddenly, that Pai was here, so he could show her the stars, holographic but incredibly in-depth, instead of picturing her standing in a pool of blood, while the sky rained down on both their heads). ]

[ Congratulations, Pavel. You have found his red kryptonite. ]