ⁱ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ

“How kind of you, mister! I appreciate the offer, but I would much rather sit atop the highest heap in a landfill! Though I do get the inkling that what you’re offering might be a similar experience!”

damn, the little blonde somehow seemed more cutting with his remark than his older counterpart (that is, if they were the same person, which gojo is pretty sure they are.) the youth’s words don’t affect the sorcerer however, seeing as he had his own ward offer similar remarks when he was around the same age.

gojo instead opts to ignore anything kogil said, squatting down to his height before removing his blindfold-- letting those icey blues present themselves before his hair gracefully set itself in place.

“It is too often that I am graced with the names of people that I do not care to know.”

gojo? do you fart in your sleep?

“Blasphemy.”

Digimon? Who the fuck liked Digimon? Anyone worth their salt preferred Pokemon- surely. Regardless, she grimaces at the sight of him eating off the floor. Shameless.  

“Sugar might not hurt you but your overconsumption of substandard media might.”

“the real blasphemy is how digimon isn’t as commercially successful as pokemon even though it should be.”

now he was going on a tangent, but damn if it wasn’t an important one!

     “Oh, that’s a lovely shade of pink.” It was the first thing she said while Gojo gathered his thoughts. That was quite interesting considering how quick the man was when reacting in any other situation. After a few seconds more, Deirdre laughed a bit. “I’m sorry, sorry. I really caught you off guard, didn’t I? You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” Maybe she shouldn’t have said that last part and it probably was the last thing he wanted to hear but, in all honesty, Gojo really was cute when he was like this.

he doesn’t waste anytime throwing on his glasses, as just masking even just a bit of his expression would ease his embarrassment.

a closed fist comes to cover a single cough before he looks away, gradually regaining composure. 

“my bad.-- you just went straight to third base, y’know?” not that her action was akin to third base, but still! nibbling on someone’s ear is a pretty intimate act! he’d never even done that to geto when he was alive....

[ dee ] Curious, nibbles Gojo's ear to see his reaction when he's lying on her lap.

he sits up, startled and a bit flustered by her action. women like her... women like her were dangerous. that’s why he kept his distance with meimei (not that she was interested enough in him to do things like dee has done BUT STILL--)

“Smokey the bear can suck it.” She comments smoothly, watching as two pounds of pastry slide off Satoru’s barrier- woven of the most exquisite bullshit.

“What? Not your favourite flavour?”

“smokey....” damn, insulting a man-bear when he’s not even around? talk about ice cold! gojo’s quick to dismiss the topic  however and move onto the next, all while squatting down and using his finger to pick at some of the icing from the floor cake.

Gil vc I shall commend you. That is the closest possible reading a philistine like you could manage.

❝ sir would you please step out of the vehicle and demonstrate your white boy lyrical flow. ❞

     “Desperate for your King’s attention, are you? So desperate that you are willing to die?”

Drops a cake stuck with lit candles on him from above.

“oh, would ya look at that. it’s raining cakes.” fortunately for gojo, his infinity kept the cake from actually touching him-- so once it came into contact, or tried to at least, it just ended up plopping right beside him.