-Sasha does a lot of heavy lifting, carrying several boxes at once-
-Rhys hangs things, since he is more "vertically advantaged"-
Rhys: Sasha, come here please!
Sasha: What is it?
Rhys: You'll see!
-Sasha walks over to Rhys, and sees him holding two elves, each resembling Rhys and Sasha-
Rhys: Aren't they great?
Sasha: ...
Rhys: Look, this one is me, see the eyes and the arm. And this smaller on-
-Sasha flashes off a cold glare at the word "smaller"-
Rhys: ...the c-cuter one I meant, it's you with the h-hair.
Sasha: You actually ordered elf plushies of us.
Rhys: It's very festive! There's even a little pet Rakk Hive!
-Sasha snorts out a laugh and finds herself smiling despite trying hard not to-
Sasha: Oh my god you are a dork.
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Tol & Smol
RomanceA short series of super-short one-shots between Rhys and Sasha. Dialogue form!
