He tilted his head this way and that in silence, his blank face turning to glance out the window, watching the night life pass by. His long fingertips rested together in silent contemplation. His head tilted up in a start, as if he'd thought of something he'd long since forgotten. He reached up to his "coat" lifting the lapel and reaching in to the chest pocket. He slowly removed an old but familiar object. she had refused the gift long ago but he wondered. Would she take it now?<br/><br/>He wandered toward her, two steps of those long, spider like legs bringing him inches from her as he crouched to eye level, his cold breath leaving the smooth exterior of his face against her's as he held up an old tie, smeared in blood and torn at the end. His other long, icy grasp took her hand, lifting it as the fingertips of the other rested the bloody tie in her palm. He dropped his hands, still crouched at eye level, tilted to the side watching her. The first time he tried to give her this wonderful gift in his eyes she screamed and had even scared him. enraged him. because she had been different up until that point. Now years later, the creature hoped her different.<br/><br/>"Gift.....' his rasped, damaged voice hissed through the static.