But he's already outside, bundled up in as many fussy fae layers as he can be, furry collared cloak high against his cheek. He opens his eyes when he senses Gojo, a box tucked into the crook of his arm. )
Here.
( Rudely shoving it at him. It's cake. It looks like it's been made by someone new to cakes. Cake-adjacent. )
[ after sending the duchess off first, gojo heads out to meet with suguru. he is only slightly less bundled up, as he easily traverses the snowy landscape towards him.
readily accepting the container, he opens it up to give the clumsily made cake a good long look behind blindfolded eyes. ]
( There is a shrewdness to the way he watches Gojo now. Not because the cake actually is poisoned, just that the peace is tentative and he often works situations into something more complicated than they are. )
Maybe.
( Yes. )
I needed to do something that used my hands. What's it like?
Is it? Then, why did you make it so sweet? [ he forks out another hefty piece to try, chewing on it slowly. it seems just right to him...? ] Maybe there's something wrong with your palette. [ probably from consuming all of those friggin' curses. ]
I'm experimenting. [ he is only eating sweets to stimulate his brain. what's so wrong with that? ] Not that it's any of your business.
[ but on that note, he quiets for a moment before he responds with a lopsided shrug, his tone indifferent. ]
Thanks. You didn't have to go through all the trouble. It isn't a day I celebrate. [ βanymore. not since suguru left. not since he figured it was about time he gave up the fun lil charade of acting like someone normal and not who he is β who he's meant to be. ]
That's what I've been doing. [ a dismissive wave of his hand. ]
But enough about her. [ they have something more important to discuss. ] You've noticed them too, haven't you? [ there have been some pretty suspicious fae around. ] I don't think they're with Castor, but they can't be from here. [ he has been keeping an Eyeβ’ on them, that's for sure. ]
( A mutter, he's had a fair few run-ins with those strange fae himself. He hasn't been very level headed about it either. Gojo doesn't need to know that. )
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text | 7th dec
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im shocked you bothered to remember
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Of course I remembered.
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she likes to keep me close~
but no she doesnt know its my bday
so what about it?
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So you don't have plans?
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did you want to meet up?
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( This is Fine. )
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you got me a gift?
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I bartered with some people then made the rest myself.
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Outside. We could go for a walk.
( This could be a trap my guy, jeeze. )
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sure see you outside
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But he's already outside, bundled up in as many fussy fae layers as he can be, furry collared cloak high against his cheek. He opens his eyes when he senses Gojo, a box tucked into the crook of his arm. )
Here.
( Rudely shoving it at him. It's cake. It looks like it's been made by someone new to cakes. Cake-adjacent. )
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readily accepting the container, he opens it up to give the clumsily made cake a good long look behind blindfolded eyes. ]
You aren't trying to poison me, are you?
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( Completely deadpan. )
You've caught on to my evil plan. Whatever shall I do now? I'll have to hatch another. ( And then, more defensive. ) Eat it or don't. I don't care.
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Did you bake it yourself, Suguru? [ he is already digging in, picking up the fork within the box to shovel a piece into his mouth. ]
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Maybe.
( Yes. )
I needed to do something that used my hands. What's it like?
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[ he stabs into the pastry, scooping up a large chunk to proffer to him. open wide, geto. ]
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Or rather, he's still got some muscle memory for gay chicken. So he leans in, lets Gojo feed him, humming softly. )
It's too sweet for me.
( He used EXTRA. )
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Is it? Then, why did you make it so sweet? [ he forks out another hefty piece to try, chewing on it slowly. it seems just right to him...? ] Maybe there's something wrong with your palette. [ probably from consuming all of those friggin' curses. ]
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( His nose wrinkles. He looks away, kicks some snow. )
Happy Birthday.
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[ but on that note, he quiets for a moment before he responds with a lopsided shrug, his tone indifferent. ]
Thanks. You didn't have to go through all the trouble. It isn't a day I celebrate. [ βanymore. not since suguru left. not since he figured it was about time he gave up the fun lil charade of acting like someone normal and not who he is β who he's meant to be. ]
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( To both statements. He doesn't really know why he went to all the effort, only there's so little of normality he can cling to. )
I'm surprised you didn't tell your duchess. Wait, do they even do birthdays?
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Did you go around telling the fae your birthday?
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( Also as charming as he has been he's still mostly moody. )
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[ he only needed to connect with her enough for her to take him under her noble wing. ]
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( He shrugs, not quite caring that it sounds shrewd. )
I'd milk it more if I were you.
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But enough about her. [ they have something more important to discuss. ] You've noticed them too, haven't you? [ there have been some pretty suspicious fae around. ] I don't think they're with Castor, but they can't be from here. [ he has been keeping an Eyeβ’ on them, that's for sure. ]
From what I can tell, they're on a mission too.
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( A mutter, he's had a fair few run-ins with those strange fae himself. He hasn't been very level headed about it either. Gojo doesn't need to know that. )
Do you think theirs might jeopardise ours?