Miguel (miguel_ohara) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-12-26 22:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, miguel o'hara, sarah sully |
Who? Miguel and Sarah
Where? Sarah's apartment
When? Backdated a little to Christmas Day
What? Miguel asks the important questions
Open? Noooo
Miguel had brought back presents from Nueva York for Harri and Henry. Harri had a couple of dolls with hard-light clothing. The boy and girl dolls could have whatever color of hair she picked, and they could wear any number of different outfits depending on what Harri requested. Henry had gotten a teddy bear that could chat to you and tell bedtime stories, and a projector toy Miguel remembered Gabe having when he was little, one that allowed you to draw in mid-air with your hands. Best of all, Lyla could interact with all of the gifts
They were all sitting on the sofa, Henry with his teddy and Harri with the boy doll, while Miguel was flicking through the TV channels, keeping the kids occupied while Sarah was busy in the other room. He found it really weird that there was Earth TV out here in space, but he was comfortable enough that he didn't fancy going to investigate just how there could be a British televised lecture on human genetics on his space TV. Not just then, anyway. Henry was sitting on his knee, talking to his teddy and to the Lyla that lived in Miguel's watch, while Harri was tucked in at his side making her doll look like her uncle Tommy, then Uncle Jake, then like Miguel and so on. Miguel got into the lecture (pretty basic, but then again, it was for kids) and didn't realize until it was finished that both Henry and Harri had fallen asleep on top of him. "Lyla, turn off the toys, please," he asked absently, holding his phone up above all of them and taking a picture once the toys were silent.
Then he noticed something in the tree that he hadn't seen before. A little box tucked in at the back, almost invisible in the darkness except for the M marked on it that somehow showed up in infra-red. Frowning in concentration, he looked closer, and noticed that it was his whole name marked on the box. It wasn't Sarah's writing, and it definitely wasn't from either of the kids. Huh.
He couldn't get up to get the box, but luckily he did have one way of bringing something closer to him. He held up an arm, aimed carefully, and fired the finest possible line of webbing towards the box. He hit it right in the center of the M and quickly yanked it back, catching it with ease. It was very small, maybe an inch in each direction, and the dark wrapping paper was held in place with a single square of tape. He sliced through the tape with a talon, pulled the paper off, and stared at the ring box he was now holding.
Glancing over at the door of the room where Sarah was, he almost called for her just in case this was a gift from her that he shouldn't have found until later. But if it was from her, she wouldn't have left it out like that; she knew his skill set, she knew what he could do and what he would do if he noticed things. If this was a secret, it wasn't Sarah's. So he opened it.
"Oh shock," he breathed, and gently touched the ring that was inside. He hadn't seen it for a very long time, not since his abuela's funeral. "Gracias, abuelita..." he whispered, and then smiled. He closed the box and carefully slipped it into his pocket, and then sent Sarah a couple of text messages and the photo he'd taken a couple of minutes earlier. It seemed that he had a fairly important question to ask.