<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/qf3ohgvvtkj01.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Oversized, white, off-shoulder tshirt (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51kmm1csi1L._UL1000_.jpg), Black boyshorts.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>4:30PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Back in Brion & Helena’s shared bedroom<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Gifts and Giggles: Beer 1<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion Markov; Closed<br/><hr/>Brion entered the room and immediately Helena put her phone down and smiled in greeting towards him. “Hey, you.” Her voice was moderately playful as she swung her long legs to the edge of the bed to stand and walk over to him. She leaned over his arm to see what he sat on the bed and all the food he purchased, laughing lightly and nodding in agreement. “Yes, I think you did. Good grief, did you want to throw a party? I could send a text to everyone if you wanted....”<br/><br/>She grabbed one of the beers, and using the metal ring on her middle finger, Helena expertly hooked the edge of the band on the bottle top and ripped her wrist forward to pop the cap off. Helena just raised it to her lips when Brion said he got her something. Lifting her brows as she swallowed a mouthful of the brew as she looked up at him. “Wait....really? Just now?” She couldn’t remember ever receiving a gift for recreational purposes. Anything given to her was usually for her work.<br/><br/>She then looked down at his outstretched hand and saw the sketchbook with the delicate pack of high quality colored pencils. Frowning in concentration, Helena put the bottle down and reached for the pack, flipping through the pages and feeling the thick paper, the smile that breached her face was pure and weightless. “You remembered....” it had only been a day, but so few people had paid any sort of interest in her abilities and interests in anything that wasn’t directly tied to Huntress.<br/><br/>She was already envisioning a few things to draw when she threw her arms around Brion’s neck in a thankful embrace, her fruitful scent filling his nose as she pressed herself to his chest for the briefest of of moments. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll definitely use it.” She turned to kiss his scruffy cheek quickly before backing away and curling her damp hair behind her ears. “But keep this a little secret....I don’t want it getting out I’m a sweet little artist.” She placed the sketch pad on her bed before turning back to help herself to the food.<br/><br/>“Come sit with me.” She crawled back onto her empty bed with her plate full of tacos, chips, and salsa and crossed her legs as she began to eat. “And tell me everything you feel about this Brazilian Mission. I feel out of place with what I know but you probably keep up with everything and everyone since, you know....you’re more likable than me.” She crunched on a chip as she laughed lightly, seemingly not giving a single shit how anyone viewed her. ”I’m also a little surprised Batman didn’t speak to either of us. I half expected him to say something to -you- at least...”