Gojo hummed, "I heard from a little bird somewhere that it was your birthday." Eyes were always hidden behind a blindfold or shades but he was looking directly at her either way, a crooked smile adorning his face. "So, as your very lovely and gracious ally, I thought to bring you a gift."
He reached into his pocket, seemingly for a few seconds as though looking for a specific item that he has stashed away. Out came a little pink bow when he did manage to find it, placing it there then on his head and gave her a stupid grin—a signature of his really.
"Me! The gift is me. Aren't I thoughtful, Sokolova-san?"
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𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽: 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀! 𝟎𝟕.𝟐𝟕 ( accepting. )
What should she have expected from someone as quirky as Gojo Satoru? It’s not that she wished for any massive present. A simple happy birthday would’ve sufficed well enough. Even his extreme love for sweetness could’ve played a good role in delivering a cake, but instead she was met with something so unique and unexpected she couldn’t hide her blank face from his upon hearing him begin the words spoken out loud. Just when she thought of going out in a bar, he appeared. Sometimes, Sokolova wondered if he was waiting for her to start getting ready to go out only to cockblock her at any possible opportunity. If it wasn’t causing her to blue ball herself for the fourth week, it would’ve been absolutely hilarious.
No, it was still funny, but she really wanted to get something more physical on her birthday afterward. Now she couldn’t kick out Gojo from her place, especially when he was offering himself as a present knowing full well what kind of person she was. Then again, she respected him enough to never reach out without seeing a mutual wish and indulgence. His trust and his positive view of her were far more important than anything, both in terms of her personal wishes and in terms of how beneficial it’d be for her. Ah, but she couldn’t deny that it was still comedic gold. The timing, the spectacle, the words.
Zarina held back from attempting to slap his arm at the way he cutely showed off his bow on top of his white hair. Somehow, she started to understand what Nanami was going through all these years.
“ Can I at least touch my present or do you have Infinity on again? Because, you know, Gojo, I will be very fucking upset if you pretend to be my present and I can’t even bypass the invisible wall, ” she is being rather dramatic only because she can, crossing her arms over her chest as she stares at him with question in her gaze. This is a moment of comedy, nothing more and nothing less. There’s no anger nor irritation. She pretends and she plays, deciding to take this moment as an opportunity. Indeed, her trustworthy ally was very thoughtful and very observant. It does make her laugh in the end as she shakes her head, understanding that this was payment for good company. Sometimes, said good company could be quite irritating and unpredictable, but it was better than boring days filled with apathy.
“ Yes, yes, so very thoughtful, Gojo, I am so touched and I’m ready to tear up at how wonderfully sweet your present is. ”
Mind you, everything was said in perfect monotone as she turns around and waves her hand at him to make sure he knows he can follow after and she’s not just leaving him behind. Guess she needs to change clothes into something different, her bar hopping won’t be happening anymore. No birthday sex, but whatever. She can get blue balled for another week, it’d be fine. When does one get so lucky to have the strongest sorcerer as their birthday gift?
“ What’s included in my birthday gift privileges, Gojo? ” Without even reaching her room, she starts to unbutton her shirt. There’s no care about the fact that Satoru is right behind her, Zarina has no shame in starting to change at least the shirt in front of him. It’s both strange but also so very her in terms of how she never attempted to full-on seduce him and sleep with him ‘till the wish was met from his side as well. Such was her respect. Zarina grabs a shirt that was hanging on the door to the bathroom, carefully hanging her silky one away. “ My lovely and gracious ally interrupted my attempt to get laid in the bar for my birthday, so I’d better at least use you as my pillow while I watch TV now. Also, the bow looks awful on your like that. Maybe with your hair down it’d make you look better, but with a paintbrush hairstyle like that? It’s too out of place. ”
Despite all words and actions, she already takes out some food she made this morning and some drinks. It’s evening. So why not? If he wants to go out with her, she’ll need a moment to change and get her card, but that’d be it. It’s strange how she just dropped her plans when he appeared on her doorstep. A magical presence, certainly. Then again, it also spoke of how used she was to his company and the unpredictability he brought with himself. Indeed, a delightful company.
