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]

[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...