[That... takes a moment to register; asking for favours had been the furthest thing from his mind. In fact, he suspects that would probably get him a ticket straight to Hell. Not that he imagines he's going anywhere else after he dies...
Still, it's easy enough to see why Set might have jumped to that conclusion.]
...No. I don't expect anything in return. Just don't waste it.
[He pulls it out so he can actually look at it. Winter wear being so stuffy was a big problem of his with the clothing. How did anybody breathe in such clothing? So he nods.]
I still don't understand why you're giving this to me. What point is there to give me something without getting anything in return?
[Is it obvious that Set's never gotten gifts before?]
[What the package contains are simple robes of woven silk -- one white, and one brilliant crimson-- able to be worn separately, or layered together if one desires.
They've even been treated to resist water.]
...I honestly didn't think that much about it. You were cold. He was cold. Bits were turning blue. It was a problem. So, my friend and I worked to fix the problem.
[Decent shoes for the weather and possibly gloves were still in order, but he's didn't have the measurements to handle that particular detail.]
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Do you want to know where he is? I'm not his keeper.
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This is for you. If you don't want it, give it to someone else.
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Is it for a favor? There is no point. I'm not a god here. It isn't as if I can grant you anything.
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Still, it's easy enough to see why Set might have jumped to that conclusion.]
...No. I don't expect anything in return. Just don't waste it.
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[He's looking at the parcel like it might attack him.]
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[He's not sure what to make of the way Set looks at the gift, so he ignores it for now.]
Horus already has his.
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I still don't understand why you're giving this to me. What point is there to give me something without getting anything in return?
[Is it obvious that Set's never gotten gifts before?]
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They've even been treated to resist water.]
...I honestly didn't think that much about it. You were cold. He was cold. Bits were turning blue. It was a problem. So, my friend and I worked to fix the problem.
[Decent shoes for the weather and possibly gloves were still in order, but he's didn't have the measurements to handle that particular detail.]
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Um. Thanks. [It sounds forced and it isn't because he doesn't like to say it. He's just never had much reason to before.]
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Right. Well, you probably have other things to do, and I've done what I came to do, so I'll leave you to it!
[With that, he turns to leave, waving to the god behind him.]
Cheerio!