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( Armed with a suspicious parcel under one arm, here comes Vash the Stampede to Aodh's door. It's been a while since he saw his extra tall buddy, and every so often he feels the need to not tower over the rest of the populace himself. So, of course he's going to abuse his acquaintance's height. When the other man opens the door, Vash is all bright smiles and winning charm, glasses flashing orange in the low light. )

Hi.

( Hefting his wax-paper covered gift now into two hands. ) I bought you something. It's just a sandwich. But you said you liked meat and this is uh, something festive? It's got three whole kinds. And when I saw it I was like, you know who'd like this? I don't even think it's lab grown!

( It cost enough. It better be real. )

[ as the clock tips past midnight, hailing the birthday boy's special day, an additional 500k Kryptos appear on Gojo's account.

around 7 in the morning, a message: ]

🎂🎉🎁

JUST ANOTHER ~~BIRTH~~DAY
— open to all / wildcard

[ gojo isn't prone to telling people it's his birthday, but since it is his special day, he is going to be treating himself with some of his favorite pastimes, namely hitting up different dessert shops, spending irresponsibly and pestering people.

at some point, he can be found in the kitchen on base baking a cake, which may be the only notable sign that something is up today.

otherwise, he will be popping in and out of hq, either dragging people out to eat, shop and/or ice skate with him or pelting any unsuspecting passersby with a snowball. he can even be seen making some truly ugly snow creatures ~~they're curses~~ near the winter illuminations to add to the aesthetics.

it is only when early evening arrives that his presence will be sparse, reserving the rest of that time to attend a small party and hang out with close cr. ]

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
— closed to geto, nanami and yuji

[ a birthday only comes once a year and gojo satoru has been cooking up an arguably hilarious ~~in his opinion~~ surprise for suguru and kento.

he has invited the two and, of course, yuji to his favorite cafe in tokyo, where they can share a rare meal together. with maki's recent disappearance, he has even more of a reason to keep the affair small. who knows who will vanish next?

in any case, he has picked a nice corner booth for them to sit at. various dishes have been laid out on the table, along with milkshakes and desserts.

but of course, it's the cake that's the most important, kept inside a box off to the side until the end of the meal. when it's finally time, he pulls it out in all of its chocolate fudgy glory, slamming it firmly down with a wide grin on his face:

gojo already turned 29 a year ago, but since he was stuck in a timeless cube for like a month, he has decided to give himself some leeway, which is PRECISELY WHY the cake has numeric "2" and "9" candles stuck in it. More glaringly though are the words scrawled in blue frosting at its center—

𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑌 𝐵𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝑇𝑂 𝑀𝐸
𝐼'𝑀 𝐷𝐸𝐴𝐷!!!

he doesn't miss a single beat as he hops up onto his feet and spreads his arms wide open. ]

SURPRISE!!!

aw you shouldnt have nanamin

[ he is going to spend all of that 500k as irresponsibly as possible today~ ]

[ it's feels cosy for a birthday, almost intimate, but with only so few of them around, it's to be expected. Nanami has let the cat doctor fit him with a new arm (not the eye though, not yet) so he feels almost normal, sitting at the table with the other sorcerers.

he's brought a small gift, too: a set of vintage digimon cards. he never got into it back in the day but the shop owner assured him this set would carry sentimental value for collectors and proceeded to charge that sentiment in hard currency. who else would he spend his money on, though, if not on the few people he still cares about?

then comes the cake. a chocolate monstrosity - unsurprisingly - and Nanami doesn't really realise what it's saying until Gojo puts on a show.

staring at the blue frosting, eye widening, before lifting his gaze to the birthday boy. ]

What...?

I had to. They were going to make me pay an unholy amount of taxes.

I'm dead too!

[ he sounds far too high spirited right now, but he has been keeping this secret for almost a year. it feels great finally being able to share it. after all, the only reason why he has kept it to himself for so long is because megumi and nobara were here and they weren't caught up in the timeline yet.

with them gone, he figures that it's about time to clue suguru and kento in.

could he have done it ANY OTHER WAY? yes. but it wouldn't be nearly as funny ~~in his opinion~~. ]

I died before I was brought here.

taxes?

It's still a thing apparently.

[ no, Gojo's self-imposed poverty was bothering him. ]

WHAT?

we arent even citizens so why would we need to pay taxes????

[ Birthdays? Set barely comprehends the passage of time, since he doesn't experience it in the way that mortals do. It ebbs and flows, it turns over in increments that are called "seconds", "minutes", "days", "years". A cycle of perception, he comprehends; "days" are the most common to him, as they are marked by the passage of Ra through the sky, until she descended into Duat once more. A "birthday" seems a strange experience! An annual event, to... what? Celebrate something that will end? How silly.

Good thing, then, that he has ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA it's Gojo's birthday at all! No! He's not even thinking about time, or events, or special experiences at all. He's thinking of one thing, and one thing only as he lunges through the hall in pursuit of his strange, blindfold-wearing... friend. ]

Gojo! Gojo, come out to dinner with me! I have found a new place I wish to take you!

[ Since Gojo's dodged most of his other attempts ( because he was grumpy aka lame! ), or just wasn't going to the other celebrations ( he'd brought him a milkshake after the masquerade, though! ), Set's going to try and GRAB HIS ARM and wrestle his hand into the other man's. Hold his hand, you're going to dinner with him. ]

It has milkshakes, too!

Well.
You don't because you don't have a job.

( There's a manic edge to Gojo Satoru that usually Geto would have known spelt disaster, but unfortunately for everyone involved he'd given his once best friend some extra leniency. It was his birthday after all, and they didn't really do this, the small gathering, the group, and he'd promised to ignore it in favour of having a good time. Or trying to, because there was a certain level of nerves that came with playing nice and desperately wanting it to work.

His mistake.

Because the cake is plopped down with a dramatic flourish and Geto - mostly still because of the rest of the patrons, and the aforementioned desperation for things to be right - goes even more statuesque. A furrow flickers between his brows, gaze lifting. )

You don't look dead.

( Neither does he. Give him a second. )

Gojo...

[ far far far too high-spirited for the turn the evening has taken. all Nanami can do is stare and stare, face pale, mouth dry.

the 'who' conjures a horror scenario and it takes all his strength to not let his gaze swivel to Itadori, not even slightly. so he continues to stare at the other man, disbelief slowly yielding to something unspeakable that reaches into his chest and squeezes.

a soft pained sound escapes him, and then, to Nanami's horror, he feels a tear roll down his face, then another, and another. ]

[ it has been a series of rough months for him, his mood on a downward spiral since the loss of both megumi and nobara. he is trying not to let all these cumulation of negative events knock him askew and, for the most part, he hasn't. even with the recent disappearance of maki, gojo has managed to remain chipper, at least outwardly. but december is the real test, isn't it? it may be the month of his birth, but it is also the month of his death — a reality that he has yet to fully acknowledge.

but that's what makes today so special! he is finally going to tell suguru and kento, the only two from back home now who is unaware of his dismal fate.

he had never wanted to keep it a secret for this long anyway.

it does seem that at every turn, an actually chipper little god is waiting to pounce out at him. his personality is usually off putting to others, so it is somewhat baffling that set has become fond enough of him to seek him out on his own (and to occasionally leave him presents like a cat).

glancing over at him with a vague smile, gojo drops infinity, allowing set the freedom to clasp his hand. ]

I have plans tonight, but I'll ditch 'em if you're askin' me on a date~

[ huh. maybe he should have been more specific...?

but there is a limited amount of space to work with on the cake. he would have had to bake a larger one if he wanted to go into more detail. ]

Well, that's 'cause I died right before I got here.

[ oh.

oh, that wasn't the response he was expecting. ~~what response were you expecting gojo?~~ he sort of expected anger as a possible reaction, but tears...? is there really any need for tears? it isn't like he's the only one who'd died at this table! ]

It isn't that big of a deal! [ it actually is a very big deal. ] I'm right here in front of you, aren't I?

i already get paid for helping LILITH out so why would i need to work?

( It's just the same as the first time, the sudden ringing in his ears, the sensation of the ground vanishing from beneath his feet, the sharp wrenching feeling inside of his chest like something might have gone completely awry. Geto blinks at him, face placid. )

Very funny.

( Voice strained, his eyes drift from Gojo to the cake and back again. ) You?

( If there's a sudden vaguely hysterical note in the question well, that can't be helped. Gojo has to be lying. He has to be, because nothing can touch him, and if nothing can touch him nothing can hurt him. It's not like the time in the school, with Fushiguro's smirk before him, because infinity exists. So it has to be a trick. Something cruel, but one regardless. )

No, I'm serious.

[ he can be a real dick sometimes, but not enough to joke about dying on his birthday to the three people present at this table right now. that would just be downright cruel. he might be tactless with a horribly low empathy game, but even he wouldn't go that far. ]

I fought Sukuna and I lost. Haha.

[ he's the only one who is supposed to be victorious!! ]

Not big... How can you say that?

[ there's an urge, something childish perhaps, to reach out for Gojo. to get his hands on the other man to... what? like Gojo says, he's right here in front of them. ]

Well, keep it that way. I don't want to give them any of my money.

( His grip on the edge of the table tightens, the need for violence rising in one swift peak. He can feel the want for it behind his eyes, between his teeth, a sudden ravenous desire for brutality, for bloodshed. If he killed everyone here would it would make room for the screaming grief in his own body? Would it let some of the pain out? Could the others stop him if that's what he really wanted?

He stays still. Twenty-nine. That's what the candles say. )

What the fuck?

( Semi-breathless, a little too loud. )

Don't laugh.

( catchall ) time to celebrate

AODH

GOJO SATORU

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7 Dec

12/7 - GOJO'S BIRTHDAY PROMPTS 🎂🎁🎉

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blows u a kiss before it all implodes in our faces.

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it's what we deserve

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IS IT

it is~

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😭