You know what Zen made him??? A cake. A nice little cake with whipped cream and strawberries. There are colorful candles placed around the outside, but they're not lit. "The Shambali do not celebrate birthdays, because omnics do not age, but I have always been fond of the concept. I am glad I can be present for yours."
there’s no doubt, there’s a certain charm that comes with the gesture. and here, he’d been so certain that there was nothing worth fostering in his budding, strained friendship with the omnic. it pains him. not in a physical way, but the hurt knits and weaves into his brow, across the lines of his face.
jesse sighs, and offers a small smile.
“ i told genji not to tell you ” he laughs, swiping a finger across the frosting on the side of the cake. simple, and elegant.not something he’d anticipated from the omnic, but he can’t complain, especially when there’s been a lack of sweets in his life as of late.
“ thanks, Zen. i ... really, thank you. i don’t celebrate often but it means a lot to me you think enough good about me to get me somethin’. an’ i’ve been awful unfair to you ”
