[Impmon waits until Guilmon is asleep to sneak up and leave a small, very very crudely-wrapped parcel. It's lumpy, misshapen, and beaten up, and it's obvious there was a lot of tearing and re-affixing of paper, probably with increasing levels of frustration each time. It's, uh. It's ugly.
But inside this parcel is- well, it's a lump of something? Further investigation will reveal an Unscented Soap, crudely shaped into something that vaguely resembles Guilmon's head, as evidenced by the extremely triangle pattern carved into the nose. There's also a "card," which is to say a tiny blank scrap of cardboard that has a Sableye's red-painted clawprint on it.
[When Guilmon finds Impmon, he seems to be hard at work on... something. Actually, he's in an Oran Berry supply room, hunting through... oil? Is that oil? It looks like oil. He's moving from cask to cask, sniffing each one gingerly, making a disgusted face, and rejecting it. He also doesn't seem to have noticed that he has an audience- until he finally sniffs a smaller container, huffs, nods in satisfaction, and turns around to see-]
Geh!
[At least he doesn't drop the little cask of oil, though he does slosh a little on his arm, which he's now shaking off irritably.]
Geez, pineapple-head, don't sneak up on a guy like that.
[He's entirely preoccupied with shaking off- and then wiping off- the oil on his arm, so he's a little too distracted to notice the box being offered at first.]
Yeah, yeah, you're a real ninja. Man, this stuff is never gonna- eh?
[Aaaaand yep, now he's seen it. He stares at the box in surprise.]
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[Action/Not here] A stupid hour of morning on Longest Night
verycrudely-wrapped parcel. It's lumpy, misshapen, and beaten up, and it's obvious there was a lot of tearing and re-affixing of paper, probably with increasing levels of frustration each time. It's, uh. It's ugly.But inside this parcel is- well, it's a lump of something? Further investigation will reveal an Unscented Soap, crudely shaped into something that vaguely resembles Guilmon's head, as evidenced by the extremely triangle pattern carved into the nose. There's also a "card," which is to say a tiny blank scrap of cardboard that has a Sableye's red-painted clawprint on it.
Happy Longest Night or whatever, pineapple-head.]
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So, what does Guilmon do? He goes to find Impmon! ...After getting some tasty treats. Treats are important!
Beware, Impmon... He's on the move.]
[-> ACTION IT IS]
Geh!
[At least he doesn't drop the little cask of oil, though he does slosh a little on his arm, which he's now shaking off irritably.]
Geez, pineapple-head, don't sneak up on a guy like that.
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Guilmon was super sneaky?
[Hehehe... Well, that's okay! Look, Impmon! He has a box of tasty stuff. He holds it out with this dopey grin.]
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Yeah, yeah, you're a real ninja. Man, this stuff is never gonna- eh?
[Aaaaand yep, now he's seen it. He stares at the box in surprise.]
... What's this about, pineapple-head?
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[Look! He even tried wrapping it. It's not the most professional job, but an attempt was made.]
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[He can't actually blink his giant gem eyes, but he's clearly staring at the package in stunned silence for a moment.]
...Ah, c'mon, pineapple-head, you know I don't go in for mushy stuff...