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[namuthing]

we're all in agreement that it's cool to skip a birthday if it feels like it's too soon, right?
i swear i just celebrated back home or somethin'
and i'm pretty sure i don't have a lot of years left in me, so better make 'em count.

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[namuthing]

dumb point

[infinitemist]

Not to me.

[namuthing]

... thanks, then.
i guess.

[infinitemist]

You can thank me when you get your gift! I'm working on it now.

[namuthing]

a gift...?
seriously?

[infinitemist]

Yeah! It's not much 'cause it's last minute but maybe you'll still like it.

[namuthing]

ifit'sfromyouiwill

[infinitemist]

[ ????

That's flattering but he's so confused as to why ]

Where are you?

[namuthing]

... room...

[infinitemist]

[ hehehe. It's a little bit, but Muichiro does knock on the door. His hands are behind his back when the door is answered though because... well. Last minute present. He didn't exactly wrap it. ]

Here. Happy Birthday Genya.

[ There are two (2) gifts technically, a green and purple folded pinwheel- because he knew Genya missed Sanemi and.

A bouquet of paper flowers in a make-shift vase. All of them had little messages folded around the stems with "open if sad" as the only indication for what was on them.

Its compliments and praise. ]

[namuthing]

[Genya... doesn't know what to look at first. The pinwheel and its meaning are certainly not lost on him. He finds himself swallowing hard even as he stares at it, hands a-tremble. Perhaps in a desperate bid to keep from outright crumbling, he reaches instead for the vase. He takes one of the flowers, unfolds it and...

Ugh, big mistake.]

What the fuck, Muichiro - [His throat feels so tight, and his face feels hot. He backs into his room with the vase, quickly setting it down before he drops.] Seriously, man, what the fuck -

[infinitemist]

Did I do something wrong?

[ He kinda trails in after him, head tilted. Genya seemed kind of unsteady, and he didn't want him hurting himself. ]

Maybe I should have asked someone first... I've never been to a birthday other than my own.

[ That he remembers, anyway. A lot of the past couple years feel far away. ]

[namuthing]

No, no -

[It's everything right, really. It's a heartfelt gift, one that Genya probably needs, if he cares to really think about it. At the same time, though, it's only natural that he doesn't feel deserving. Everyone has gone out of their way for him over something so simple and trivial, something he didn't even want to celebrate in the first place.]

It's fine. It's just... really kind.

[Give him a second to turn around and wipe at his eyes. When did they become so watery?]

Thanks, Muichiro.

[infinitemist]

[ He's quiet a moment as Genya wipes his eyes and thanks him. It's not clear what he's feeling or thinking in that moment, hard to read as ever... but once it passes he simply sits with him and wraps his arms around him. ]

... You always seem to forget you have value, you're so busy propping others up. The things you do matter. The people you meet care about you.

[ "I care about you" goes unsaid, but it's there in his actions, how he holds a little more firmly. ]

Your birthday... it's not just about you, it's also about everyone who cherishes you being able to show as much.

[namuthing]

[He could protest. He could also step out of that embrace. There's a lot that Genya could do. But as far as what he wants? He reaches out and wraps his arms around Muichiro in kind. His head tucks down a little as he does, and he gives a bit of a nod.

He doesn't really agree. He isn't sure what he's ever done that's mattered. But Muichiro is smart. And kind. And wise. And he also probably wouldn't bullshit Genya.

... So why not believe him?

He tucks his head into Muichiro's hair, wrapping his arms around the young man in kind. He even manages to squeeze him back. It's for the best anyway. At least he can hid his face in the younger man's hair.]

... Thanks. Again. [He definitely doesn't sniffle.] Sorry I keep repeatin' myself.

[infinitemist]

[ Genya hugs him like he's starved for it, curling inwards and hiding. He probably is after everything he's been through. How long he's gone without Sanemi's acknowledgement...

Muichiro isn't in a rush to let go. He rubs circles into his friend's back, equal parts soothing and affectionate. ]

It's alright... I used to need to have people repeat things a lot y'know.

[ He'll have mercy on the guy and not stack more affectionate words on him, but hopefully he knows he can come to him if he's feeling bad. ]

[namuthing]

[Likewise, Genya doesn't make a move to let go, either. He doesn't want to. He stopped counting the days he'd gone since receiving an ounce of affection some years ago. It's overwhelming, how much is heaped upon him now. Overwhelming, but he doesn't complain.

Maybe Muichiro picks up on how he secretly cherishes it?]

Heh. Yeah. Guess you can't judge me that much.

[He shifts his hands, just to mimic the motions that Muichiro offers. That's gotta be better than just standing there like a board, right? His fingers catch at some of the younger man's hair, though, and - it's kind of soft, isn't it? It feels nice.

Muichiro feels nice. The hug feels nice. This is... nice.]