【LGBT/中英双语/原创译文】Him - Sarina Bowen, Elle Kennedy (Chapter 3)(13)

As we got older, the jokes got even more ridiculous. Fake poop. Whoopie cushions. A sign that prohibited farting. Stress balls shaped like boobs. The gift wasn’t nearly as important as the fact that something was given.
Now Betsy Ross is back with a gift box that’s roughly the right size, even if it doesn’t flip open at the top like our box used to. “That will do,” I say, even though I’m disappointed.
当我们逐渐长大，玩得越来越大。假的便便，放屁坐垫，一个禁止放屁的标志，胸型的压力球。礼物根本不重要，关键是我们在送东西给彼此。
现在“罗斯小姐”带着个礼物盒回来了，大致上尺寸差不多，虽然顶上的盖子不能弹开，不像我们之前的那个盒子，“这个可以”，虽然我有些失望。
“So…” Cassel looks around the store, bored now. “You’re sending him this one?”
“Yeah. Our old one is probably at my house somewhere.” If I weren’t an asshole, I’d know where. “I broke the chain a few years ago. So this’ll have to do.”
“I’m gonna text the manager and see if he’s got hotel keys for us yet,” Cassel says.
“所以……”卡塞尔环视了一圈商店，已经有些无聊了，“你就送他这个？”
“嗯，我们以前那个不知道被我放到哪儿了。”如果我不是个混蛋，就该知道在哪儿的。
“几年前，我中断了这个习惯。现在也只能这样了。”
“那我先给经理打个电话，看看酒店钥匙搞定了没”，卡塞尔说着。