[He opens this present with . . . less trepidation than expected, actually. Having interacted with her properly, he still feels out of his depth but not so panicked about it; she's a good-natured person, even if he doesn't quite understand why she wants anything to do with him.]
[The cookies make sense. The scarf is a little overwhelming, but Tsukikage also gave him a scarf, so he understands that, too. The cloak is — he has to stop to just absorb its existence for a while, to run his fingertips over the fine decorations. His breath catches, too emotional, when he sees how fine the stitches are. For a while, his chest feels tight.]
[Somewhat later, Erina receives a photo and a message. The photo is poor quality, obviously, because there is no other option, but it shows its subject clearly: Giorno walking pink-cheeked in the snow, laughing at something someone off-shot has said, wrapped warmly in both his cloak and his scarf.]
arriving......... later. christmas morningish
[The cookies make sense. The scarf is a little overwhelming, but Tsukikage also gave him a scarf, so he understands that, too. The cloak is — he has to stop to just absorb its existence for a while, to run his fingertips over the fine decorations. His breath catches, too emotional, when he sees how fine the stitches are. For a while, his chest feels tight.]
[Somewhat later, Erina receives a photo and a message. The photo is poor quality, obviously, because there is no other option, but it shows its subject clearly: Giorno walking pink-cheeked in the snow, laughing at something someone off-shot has said, wrapped warmly in both his cloak and his scarf.]
[The message just says:]
Thank you.