4/2 un: s.chidouin

[samuraiwomen]

It’s somebody’s birthday today. ^v^)/

Say happy birthday to….Sou Hiyori!! He’s almost been here a year, and I don’t remember how old he’s turning because he never talked about it, but he’s a cool guy, so we should tell him that!

He really loves suprises and attention, so I thought we could all plan a big celebration here as a group! Just…consider it bonding! Group bonding! I wanna hear everyone’s favorite birthday ideas. We’ve got the whole school to ourselves anyway!

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[notsosou]

[Shin, young adult who just woke up, peers at her from over the bunkbed like that one picture of Lenny, you know the one. It's too... *looks down at the forum post* late in the afternoon for this.

He... really did just sleep away half his birthday already, didn't he? Night shift must have been affecting him more than he thought...

He sits up and takes the present, holding it on his lap and looking down at it as awareness beyond social dread seeps into him. It doesn't occur to him to ask how she knows, because it's fairly obvious right now... he looks back up (well, down) at her.]

Err... you didn't have to get me anything...

[Dare he open it? This isn't going to explode into confetti or spiders, is it? That's a very real and justified concern right now. He's peering at, tilting it, looking where it's fastened closed.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ It's very small, and soft, like something small and made of fabric is inside. It's been taped together pretty haphazardly. ]

I know. I just wanted to. [ She would've done brownies but he doesn't like chocolate... she'll make him soup later, okay. ]

[notsosou]

[He doesn't dislike chocolate... hot chocolate is good. But soup is absolutely superior. Brownies might have been a bit heavy on his stomach.]

I... didn't even get you one, ahaha...

[Not a present-present, all wrapped like this... Just more soup like he's been making, though he did try his best to match that one to her tastes. He's picking one of the taped corners up with a fingernail... it doesn't seem to be a trap, so he's a little faster going on the unwrapping after that.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ As he unwraps it, two small pieces of fabric will fall out, each one maybe a little less than a foot long. Further inspection will reveal that they're simple tubes of fabric, a deep blue that's a few shades darker than his magic scarf. The stitching looks like it was sewn by hand - and towards one end, each tube has a small opening about an inch wide. ]

They're gloves. [ Fingerless, obviously... ] Mm... when I play my games a lot, my hands get cold. And you're typing on your computer a lot... I had something like this back home during the winter.

[notsosou]

O-oh.

[He... doesn't know what to say to this, how to accept it. Maybe he did once, but... it feels like his heart is leaking through it's cracks as he looks down at what he'd thought were socks for a split second.

He's not even sure why he's reacting this way. They're just gloves... it's thoughtful but... he's having to blink back tears. It just feels like a lot's come up at once, hot and thick in his throat, unable to be separated out into something identifiable.

With a crinkling of the packaging and rustle of fabric, he slowly puts the gloves on, poking his thumbs out through the holes, and stretching his fingers out back and forth as he looks down at them. They fit perfectly. And...]

They're warm. Ahaha...