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Happy commercialized holiday where we celebrate sweet poems, hitting on someone else's wife and getting your head chopped of!

Can't you feel the love?

1) Post with your character, name and canon in the subject line
2) Reply to other people, don't be a stingy ass, it's a holiday for giving!
3)?????
4) Profit

Some ideas for you indecisive types to RNG;

1) Chocolates: You couldn't think of anything more awesome, so you went out and bought your lover some candy. Hopefully they like chocolate. You made sure to check before hand, right? Hope so.

2) Poetry: Some say there's nothing more romantic than a sweet little poem expressing all those feelings! Unless you're shit at writing in which case you might want to stick to...

3) Greeting Card: You are the lowest of the low. You ran to Walgreens ten minutes before you showed up at your lovers house and picked out the first card that looked good. Or maybe you just suck at Valentines day? Either way, hope you brought something good with it.

4) Sex: You're either cheap or good in bed, but you've decided for valentines day you're going to give your significant other the gift of you.

5) Wild Card: Make something up.

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[ Charles does understand the concept of gift giving and the romantic implications of the holiday-- though he's hardly a romantic person himself. Awkward, stilted, and often more content to huddle up with Blueberry than experience any of the things a true relationship had to offer he is doubtful about expressing any sort of connection on this holiday. However, he also understands it would be rude not to-- or so that's what the drifting thoughts of another tell him when he had settled on the lawn to watch the sky twist in the distance. It was then he went through he many books in the study, finding a old but well cared for book of poetry to take with him on his small trip into town. Finding that familiar camper near the river he edged up toward it, peering in the window for a moment but unable to stand tall enough on his toes he drops the book near the door, knocks on the door an quickly back peddles several steps to wait. ]

[ The knock startles him, nearly jumping straight off the thin mattress in the back of the camper Alex slept on. No one knocks on his door. No one comes down to this river and no one visits this camper, so he's peering around the corner of the door separating the sleeping area from the rest of the RV, watching the door like he expects it to explode any second. It doesn't. And after a moment of being sure that it will continue it's non-explosive state, Alex shuffles forward, up to the door's little window and just barely peers through to inspect.

Oh. The guy from the Xavier mansion. Charles. The one with all the cats. And the insistence that he stick around when he really really really shouldn't. It's nice for him to care, sort of, but still off-putting. He doesn't get why he keeps coming to talk to him. Either way, he swings the door open to ask him why he bothered wandering down here when his eyes catch on the book seated innocently on his door step. He blinks. Crouches. Picks it up and smooths a hand delicately over the old cover before peeking inside. Poetry. Alex doesn't have too many poetry books, as people don't generally trade those in often. But... why? Why would he? Glancing back up to Charles slowly, Alex blinks, wide eyed and owlish. ] ...For me?

Yes. [ He says firmly as if trying to steel his reserve while simultaneously convincing Alex of this fact. A little nervous flash of a smile, mouth twitching at the corners in his insecurity and lack of knowledge on how he should react. He keeps his ground, however, hands folded neatly and his eyes tracing over Alex for a moment-- wondering if he should have left the book and ran instead of waiting to see what he would say. ] You-- like books. I see you going through the books sometimes. [ He shrugs a shoulder, seemingly unaffected by something others might consider taboo. ] They're not very nice books, though, I noticed. So I brought you a nice book. [ A flash of a smile again, this one a little more secure-- simply because he was positive it was a nice book. The soft cover, the gold lettering, the crisp fabric-based pages with the gold painted edges. It was a book he rather enjoyed himself. ]

It's big enough I would hope it might last you a little bit.

[ Alex's face flushes for a moment at the statement that Charles had seen him rummaging through the used books being placed out. He'd always thought no one was home when he'd done that. Apparently Charles is lurking around more than he thought... It's embarrassing to be called out on it, but Charles isn't mad about it, or scolding, so he merely sits at the threshold of his camper door, looking down at the new book in his hands, his thumb runs over the edge of it idly. ] I, uh, sorry... about that... Just figured if no body wanted 'em then... [ He'd steal them from the library they were going donated to? Yeah. Stealing from libraries. Really nice, Alex. His shoulders hunch a little as he's a bit too self-conscious to meet Charles' eyes, both from realizing he'd been noticed as well as Charles going out of his way to do something like this for him. ] You don't even know me, though...

[ As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes that's a shitty way to thank someone, so he stumbles over words to get the next part out. ] I mean- Thanks. It's, uh. It's really awesome. [ Alex finally glances up to give a shaky sort of smile - it's a genuine thank you and he genuinely loves the book -, but then something occurs to him. Holding up a hand, he darts back into the camper. ] Wait there for a sec.

[ Alex doesn't have much in the way to give, but he'd found a set for a model airplane at someone's garage sale a week or so back and spent the last few days assembling and painting it. When he comes back to the door, he's got that in hand and he's holding it out to Charles, trying to offer something to show his appreciation. ]

Books are meant to be read, [ He murmurs as he tips his head to the side, watching Alex with a curious smile. Easily picking up on the thoughts and signals, of Alex's own caution and worry. ] So long as you read them when you take them, I don't mind. [ Which is the truth, he loves his books; but not for the cost or prize of owning the ones he did, but rather for the words written on the pages, the comfort and knowledge contained within them. He would never stop someone else from reading if he had no good reason, and Alex seemed to enjoy reading his books so why not? So long as they were cared for Charles didn't care if they went to him or the library. ] Take care of them, read them and I don't mind.

[ He blinks a little at the model plane, curious, plucking it up from his hand so he could look it over. A wider smile touches his lips as he flicks the propeller and watches it spin for several seconds before he returns his gaze to Alex. ] It's very well done. [ He mimes the plane flying for a moment, watching the little propeller twirl again before he held it back out to Alex. ] You're very good at that, it looks just like a tiny plane.

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