[he'll be prompt, which is to say he half-jogged, half-ran to her room (as was tradition in gift-giving by this point). he carries a bundle no larger than his hands put together, wrapped awkwardly but painstakingly in ripped out sketch book paper.]
[amazingly, he only looks a bit like an anxious wreck.]
[if she's standing outside the door, he'll pipe out a slightly nervous hey! if she's not, he'll rap three times on the door.]
[ How about Hinata gets to stand there and stew in his nerves for a moment while Mikasa leisurely walks to her room, arriving just a couple of minutes after he does, enough to see him in all his nervous glory.
She's starting to wonder if he found another body or something on the way. ]
[too focused on the door not opening up why wasn't it opening was she not home but she'd said she was heading back and she must've beaten him here and maybe he should go or leave the things outside but this wasn't likE OH THERE SHE WAS.]
[he jumps. she may not take notice, but his jacket appears to made of a familiar creature's wing; more importantly, he about-faces in a flash, smile shaky.]
H-hey, Mikasa! I'm fine, I'm fine. Uh--- how are you?
[she didn't seem angry... but then, she tended toward stoic on the best of days. definitely someone to keep a watchful eye on.]
[ Hinata please calm down before you have a heart attack. Because he's obviously nervous and there are so many things going on in front of her right now that she's having trouble figuring out what exactly to focus on. At least, to help the boy out in terms of trying to get a read on her, she gives him an openly puzzled look for his jumpiness. ]
Fine. You said you had something for me? [ If she sounds wary, it's because she's starting to wonder if this is some sort of prank. It would explain why Hinata is so nervous. ]
[she sounded uncertain?! oh gods, he sounded uncertain--! this was no way to give a gift! he squirms in place, weight shifted side to side, head ducking and raising and ducking again, one shoulder raising and lowering - finally, he sticks the package toward her with both hands, gaze averted to the side (put sneaking peeks at her expression every few seconds).]
[inside would be five simple, metallic flowers upon small but sturdy clasps - perfect for accenting any battle uniform, armor, weapon or treasured scarf.]
It's, um. I hope you like them. [before explaining what they could do, however, he immediately heads into a sincerely morose:] And I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble when the network wasn't working...
...? [ Eyebrows rising just slightly when the package is shoved in her direction, she accepts it just as carefully as she'd spoken earlier, leaving it unopened for now. She's still not sure why exactly Hinata is fidgeting so much when—oh. It's about the network misunderstanding from the other day. He'd been worried about it?
Though, she supposes that she had been a little mean. Except that Mikasa had been mean to Hinata before: twisting his arm during the paintball match, trying to wrench herself away from his volleyball excursions, and each time it had only sent him rearing back, more determined. Seeing him so unsure now, she feels bad. He must've been tired, exhausted from the havoc of the disease (she'd seen what it had done to Eren), looking for some respite and she'd. Scared him. ]
It's okay. [ Said a little too late perhaps. ] If this is because you think I'm angry at you, there's no need.
[ah...! the second the package leaves his hands, he deflates in relief. she doesn't open it right away, which suits him fine (it was often better to open presents away from their giver's eyes, anyway). she doesn't look any less confused than before, which doesn't sit with him so well.]
[he waits out her answer, though his words near cut into the end of her sentence in a haste to make things clear.]
Well-- well--- it's for you, too. Because of you, I mean.
[mostly for the network thing, but he didn't want her to think he'd take it back or that she didn't deserve it or... something else. did she ever have insecurities, though? it didn't seem like it.]
[(his insecurities weighed much heavier on personal acts like this. it was probably a problem).]
[had she not been angry at him...?]
[the small, shaky smile spreads wider, this time with a genuine and tentative happy edge.]
[ Hinata is weird. She'd known that already but he's so weird. Only someone with as much energy as him would go to the extreme of buying an apology present for a slight that hadn't been taken seriously in the first place. She would say something more, about how she hadn't actually planned to punish him for the misunderstanding (well, maybe a little), and that he doesn't need to go to such lengths, but she kind of just lets it happen.
It's not like the volleyball thing, this time letting him do as he pleases won't cost her hours of her life. ]
I'm glad you enjoyed it. [ Even if she had been a little concerned about Hinata's ability to make his own food. ] And thanks for this, you didn't have to. Especially since you were sick. [ (Probably, as far as she can assume anyway.) And there's not so much a smile on her face as there is a quietly relaxed expression, hard lines of tension and alertness replaced with something more soft, meant to convey some kind of gratitude. ] What is it?
[as her expression evens out over the second explanation, he realizes: she really hadn't been serious.]
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[how embarrassing.]
[being sick didn't feel like an excuse, not with how clear she'd been that she didn't appreciate being mistaken for someone else. but if that wasn't so... he really needed to work on figuring her out. every time he felt like he might understand a bit, she threw some new curve ball in. after all, if she hadn't been angry, then she must've... what? been joking? he wasn't sure if that made it scarier or not. well, no - it definitely toned down the scariness, it just also didn't help him any with catching on to her.]
It's not much, but -- [okay, no, it was really cool, but he'd already thoroughly communicated such to Jasper and Ed, and -] they're clips for your... hair, or clothing, or, uh, whatever you'd like! If you point the face of 'em at something and concentrate on burning that thing to the ground, it'll shoot a fireball at it. Like fwaaah!
But it's a one-shot! [finger raising to point toward the ceiling, chin hitching up.] Then it's poof, gone.
Looking lost for a moment, she eventually decides to take the initiative and open up the package, unearthing the actual gift inside rather easily and. They are indeed clips. They're cute; cuter than anything she owns at the moment and there's flowers on them. She doesn't wear clips in her hair, couldn't have afforded anything like that in the past even if she had, but they're cute and maybe she'll give it a try. Or just wear them on her jacket.
Because she really appreciates Hinata going to trouble of coming up with these for her. It's almost embarrassing, but it seems so thoughtful, and she's just. Touched, a little. ]
The clip will disappear? [ Her eyes still on the tiny trinkets, reaching into the box to pick one up and examine it. ]
[head bobs, smile transforming into an ear-to-ear grin. gauging her expression from where he stood seemed a feat currently impossible, but if he broke it down into body language alone, he imagined she didn't mind them. if anything, she might've enjoyed them. no harsh lines to her shoulders or jaw - attention fixated so -- it must've been something akin to enjoyment. gratitude, perhaps? he could see that. maybe he projected his own ideas on her to see it, but they were weaponized flowers c'mon Warriorhead couldn't have been off the mark that badly.]
[he folds his arms to keep from fidgeting, head tilting to the side in a display of ease. now that it was all out in the air and she didn't immediately scoff at him, his nerves may as well have been a thing of yesterday.]
[... that had to be gratitude. wow--! then she liked them? really? well, of course, they were epic, but - even the flower design! huh!]
The charge will. The clip'll stay behind; it'll just be a clip, though.
[as thought it weren't worth anything if it weren't a weapon (the flowers themselves measured at an inch and a half-- they looked delicate, despite being made of an ore with a high tenacity). he suspects she thinks that way, but - he doesn't actually know, just as he doesn't actually know most anything about her.]
[girls liked flowers and weapons: apparently, a universal trait. he'd remembered that.]
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It was delicious!!! And lasted a while!!
Why did you think I wouldn't like it...?
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It wasn't bad!
[though yeah sis wouldn't call it normal.]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Actually, if I could ask
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Were you trying to feed me...?
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Because you think I can't hunt my own food.....?
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You don't need to hunt food - you can just buy it. [ though, she really doesn't think he can hunt either but. ]
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[with the gift as a back-up apology, maybe it'd be okay.]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
So you didn't give me the chicken for that purpose??
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1/3
That's a relief
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Say Mikasa, are you free?
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Ah! Cool! [... nerves.] Are you around the common quarters? Or I mean, where are you hanging out?
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[ and now, stalled in the hallway. ]
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If you're going to be there for a bit...
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
I have something I'd like to give you!
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Okay, you can meet me there.
aaaaction (or handwave)--?
[amazingly, he only looks a bit like an anxious wreck.]
[if she's standing outside the door, he'll pipe out a slightly nervous hey! if she's not, he'll rap three times on the door.]
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She's starting to wonder if he found another body or something on the way. ]
Hinata, are you okay?
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[too focused on the door not opening up why wasn't it opening was she not home but she'd said she was heading back and she must've beaten him here and maybe he should go or leave the things outside but this wasn't likE OH THERE SHE WAS.]
[he jumps. she may not take notice, but his jacket appears to made of a familiar creature's wing; more importantly, he about-faces in a flash, smile shaky.]
H-hey, Mikasa! I'm fine, I'm fine. Uh--- how are you?
[she didn't seem angry... but then, she tended toward stoic on the best of days. definitely someone to keep a watchful eye on.]
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Fine. You said you had something for me? [ If she sounds wary, it's because she's starting to wonder if this is some sort of prank. It would explain why Hinata is so nervous. ]
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[she sounded uncertain?! oh gods, he sounded uncertain--! this was no way to give a gift! he squirms in place, weight shifted side to side, head ducking and raising and ducking again, one shoulder raising and lowering - finally, he sticks the package toward her with both hands, gaze averted to the side (put sneaking peeks at her expression every few seconds).]
[inside would be five simple, metallic flowers upon small but sturdy clasps - perfect for accenting any battle uniform, armor, weapon or treasured scarf.]
It's, um. I hope you like them. [before explaining what they could do, however, he immediately heads into a sincerely morose:] And I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble when the network wasn't working...
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Though, she supposes that she had been a little mean. Except that Mikasa had been mean to Hinata before: twisting his arm during the paintball match, trying to wrench herself away from his volleyball excursions, and each time it had only sent him rearing back, more determined. Seeing him so unsure now, she feels bad. He must've been tired, exhausted from the havoc of the disease (she'd seen what it had done to Eren), looking for some respite and she'd. Scared him. ]
It's okay. [ Said a little too late perhaps. ] If this is because you think I'm angry at you, there's no need.
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[he waits out her answer, though his words near cut into the end of her sentence in a haste to make things clear.]
Well-- well--- it's for you, too. Because of you, I mean.
[mostly for the network thing, but he didn't want her to think he'd take it back or that she didn't deserve it or... something else. did she ever have insecurities, though? it didn't seem like it.]
[(his insecurities weighed much heavier on personal acts like this. it was probably a problem).]
[had she not been angry at him...?]
[the small, shaky smile spreads wider, this time with a genuine and tentative happy edge.]
The chicken was really tasty.
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It's not like the volleyball thing, this time letting him do as he pleases won't cost her hours of her life. ]
I'm glad you enjoyed it. [ Even if she had been a little concerned about Hinata's ability to make his own food. ] And thanks for this, you didn't have to. Especially since you were sick. [ (Probably, as far as she can assume anyway.) And there's not so much a smile on her face as there is a quietly relaxed expression, hard lines of tension and alertness replaced with something more soft, meant to convey some kind of gratitude. ] What is it?
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[...]
[how embarrassing.]
[being sick didn't feel like an excuse, not with how clear she'd been that she didn't appreciate being mistaken for someone else. but if that wasn't so... he really needed to work on figuring her out. every time he felt like he might understand a bit, she threw some new curve ball in. after all, if she hadn't been angry, then she must've... what? been joking? he wasn't sure if that made it scarier or not. well, no - it definitely toned down the scariness, it just also didn't help him any with catching on to her.]
It's not much, but -- [okay, no, it was really cool, but he'd already thoroughly communicated such to Jasper and Ed, and -] they're clips for your... hair, or clothing, or, uh, whatever you'd like! If you point the face of 'em at something and concentrate on burning that thing to the ground, it'll shoot a fireball at it. Like fwaaah!
But it's a one-shot! [finger raising to point toward the ceiling, chin hitching up.] Then it's poof, gone.
[there was no keeping the excitement down now.]
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Looking lost for a moment, she eventually decides to take the initiative and open up the package, unearthing the actual gift inside rather easily and. They are indeed clips. They're cute; cuter than anything she owns at the moment and there's flowers on them. She doesn't wear clips in her hair, couldn't have afforded anything like that in the past even if she had, but they're cute and maybe she'll give it a try. Or just wear them on her jacket.
Because she really appreciates Hinata going to trouble of coming up with these for her. It's almost embarrassing, but it seems so thoughtful, and she's just. Touched, a little. ]
The clip will disappear? [ Her eyes still on the tiny trinkets, reaching into the box to pick one up and examine it. ]
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[he folds his arms to keep from fidgeting, head tilting to the side in a display of ease. now that it was all out in the air and she didn't immediately scoff at him, his nerves may as well have been a thing of yesterday.]
[... that had to be gratitude. wow--! then she liked them? really? well, of course, they were epic, but - even the flower design! huh!]
The charge will. The clip'll stay behind; it'll just be a clip, though.
[as thought it weren't worth anything if it weren't a weapon (the flowers themselves measured at an inch and a half-- they looked delicate, despite being made of an ore with a high tenacity). he suspects she thinks that way, but - he doesn't actually know, just as he doesn't actually know most anything about her.]
[girls liked flowers and weapons: apparently, a universal trait. he'd remembered that.]
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SHE SMILED /swoons
oh no that icon is sunshine...
lights up your world like nobody else ♪
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