[He doesn't really need to free it from its cloth wrappings to know what's within–the shape is rather unique in that regard–but he is still eager to see it. So much so like a child entirely enamored with the idea of receiving a gift, Ramesses is initially distracted entirely by it and ends up paying very little attention to the note. (Even at a distance, Fang no doubt can sense his earnest delight at least vaguely through the Bond.) Taking it into his hands, Ramesses spends a few moments inspecting the bow's craftmanship and admiring the small details of decoration. Even with the symbols, he doesn't entirely recognize, he can tell a great deal of care went into making it.]
[It is then that he finally takes notice of the note, and then he begins to frown. First, it's out of confusion. He knows the note (and clearly the bow) come from Fang (which he does pause a moment to pay a little more attention to the bow as he would never anticipate Fang to go to such lengths on his behalf like that), but he cannot recall anything that would constitute as an anniversary for the two of them. The month in which they met has already long-since passed and they have a ways to go yet before there is anything remarkable to be said about the length of their Bond... So what is she referring to? He reads the note again for any hint. Then a third time. Well a second and a half time.]
[His hand holding the note lowers as he frowns at the opposite wall for a moment, now not because he is confused. Oh no, now he knows. Ramesses releases the note, letting it sit precariously on the edge of the table. This woman is terrible and she has sullied such a fine gift with this nonsense...!]
[(She could probably be all the way in Dorchacht and sense this.)]
[Ramesses pulls out the chair and sits, setting the bow in his lap. Frowning at it as though it is the most offensive thing he's ever laid eyes upon. But... He sighs and the furrow in his brow more or less disappears as he traces a finger over the foreign script. She is aggravating, but this is truly a fine gift. One that shows thought and consideration. In the privacy of his own home, he smiles to himself, a sharp exhale of quiet amusement over her choice of occasion that he would never admit to.]
[Setting the bow back upon the table, he mutters a few grievances to the sphinx cub as he sets about preparing his coffee. He gets his Watch later and sends a simple message.]
Tell me you did not ruin this bow by writing something crude on it, or I shall never forgive you for it.
[More about the apparent ruining of the weapon than any potential slight against him. If this isn't character development, we simply do not know what it is.]
i'm sorry this is a novel, but i needed you to come on this journey with him
[It is then that he finally takes notice of the note, and then he begins to frown. First, it's out of confusion. He knows the note (and clearly the bow) come from Fang (which he does pause a moment to pay a little more attention to the bow as he would never anticipate Fang to go to such lengths on his behalf like that), but he cannot recall anything that would constitute as an anniversary for the two of them. The month in which they met has already long-since passed and they have a ways to go yet before there is anything remarkable to be said about the length of their Bond... So what is she referring to? He reads the note again for any hint. Then a third time. Well a second and a half time.]
[His hand holding the note lowers as he frowns at the opposite wall for a moment, now not because he is confused. Oh no, now he knows. Ramesses releases the note, letting it sit precariously on the edge of the table. This woman is terrible and she has sullied such a fine gift with this nonsense...!]
[(She could probably be all the way in Dorchacht and sense this.)]
[Ramesses pulls out the chair and sits, setting the bow in his lap. Frowning at it as though it is the most offensive thing he's ever laid eyes upon. But... He sighs and the furrow in his brow more or less disappears as he traces a finger over the foreign script. She is aggravating, but this is truly a fine gift. One that shows thought and consideration. In the privacy of his own home, he smiles to himself, a sharp exhale of quiet amusement over her choice of occasion that he would never admit to.]
[Setting the bow back upon the table, he mutters a few grievances to the sphinx cub as he sets about preparing his coffee. He gets his Watch later and sends a simple message.]
Tell me you did not ruin this bow by writing something crude on it, or I shall never forgive you for it.
[More about the apparent ruining of the weapon than any potential slight against him. If this isn't character development, we simply do not know what it is.]