Despite the words coming out of his mouth, Sirius does hand over a small wrapped gift, and James grins up at him. It's small, but in his experience that doesn't at all mean that he'll be disappointed. Sirius knows him like nobody else, and has always been the best at present-giving. Much better than James, who has a tendency to run around like a madman at the last minute, scraping together whatever nonsense he can.
The real surprise is when Kieren hands him another gift. He feels instantly guilty that he hadn't gotten Kieren anything in return, and he holds the present a little awkwardly, half tempted to hand it back. "I didn't get you anything," he says again, brows furrowed. He hadn't known he was supposed to. Sirius will forgive him for coming up empty handed and James will make it up to him later, but he doesn't want to get off on the wrong foot with Kieren.
Still, he sits dutifully and unwraps the presents one at a time, Sirius's first, then Kieren's. He turns to Kieren first afterwards, the sketch on his lap. Sirius must have told him something of James's ego, he thinks wryly, but it's a good drawing. "Thanks mate," he says, a little unsure of what else he's supposed to say. "Guess I won't need a mirror, now." He gives him a crooked kind of smile, feeling suddenly awkward like he doesn't ever remember feeling. "It's really good."
There's still Sirius's present left though, so James turns back to the small contraption, confusion written across his face. It's a small little box with some kind of strings attached, and James holds it up. "What's this, then?"
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Date: 2017-02-02 03:11 am (UTC)The real surprise is when Kieren hands him another gift. He feels instantly guilty that he hadn't gotten Kieren anything in return, and he holds the present a little awkwardly, half tempted to hand it back. "I didn't get you anything," he says again, brows furrowed. He hadn't known he was supposed to. Sirius will forgive him for coming up empty handed and James will make it up to him later, but he doesn't want to get off on the wrong foot with Kieren.
Still, he sits dutifully and unwraps the presents one at a time, Sirius's first, then Kieren's. He turns to Kieren first afterwards, the sketch on his lap. Sirius must have told him something of James's ego, he thinks wryly, but it's a good drawing. "Thanks mate," he says, a little unsure of what else he's supposed to say. "Guess I won't need a mirror, now." He gives him a crooked kind of smile, feeling suddenly awkward like he doesn't ever remember feeling. "It's really good."
There's still Sirius's present left though, so James turns back to the small contraption, confusion written across his face. It's a small little box with some kind of strings attached, and James holds it up. "What's this, then?"