Late in the day was when he chose to act.
He hardly knew what constituted a decent birthday because, well... it was not something he had any real experience in. His own birthday had been nothing special -- sentiments surprised him as they were shared in this place, but just as quickly as they had occurred, were gone. He had no room to feel such foolish emotions, anyway. Wasteful and stupid. Birthdays were human tradition, anyway -- what did it matter to vampires if you turned another year older? It was another year that kept you from the release of death.
But with her, it was different.
In their many unconscious conversations, her confusion had been parallel to his own. She did not understand most human acts and certainly emotions -- something he had begun to struggle with especially recently -- and yet, she was still... human, in a way. Or at least, that was all he could really call her. He didn't know or bother to ask otherwise; he wouldn't dare do something so bold as to care either way. Because he didn't. But even so, in his mind, she was a human and would therefore fall into the human way of... celebration.
He had problems with where to begin rather easily; how was he supposed to know what a human girl wanted in the first place?! Inori was.... strange. Not like the other dumbass human girls he had had the misfortune of meeting. Even though she looked like them, she hardly behaved like them.
And so he had settled for something that was, in his opinion, small and simple. It was all he knew how to do at this point; this mental declaration manifested into a modest bouquet of pink roses tied together onto her bed. How did he manage to get them in this winter? A card -- a plain white page -- was left to go with it... ah, what did they write in these dumb little things?
"Happy birthday, Inori. Enjoy."
Easy and straightforward... as a realization hit, he paused with thought. Should he sign it? She probably already knew about this anyway so what was the point? ...Although perhaps he--yes, didn't he want her to...no. No, no! Stupid--
When he realized, yes, he did want her to know... he chose not to sign it. She could figure it out herself, he scoffed to himself with haste. He left the room, looking back at the tiny display for only a moment before continuing his leave.
.... .... .... ...I hope you like it.
He would certainly know how she felt about it. Whether she liked it or not, he would be listening.