synflux | A Much More Low-Key Birthday Log // Closed

WHO: Geto Suguru and Invited Guests
WHAT: Birthday Party!
WHERE: A Nice Meadow in Mexico
WHEN: Feb 3
WARNINGS: None expected but Geto & Gojo are always menaces.

Geto wanted something small--really, Geto would have preferred to avoid the whole thing--so the guest list is minimal. Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Nanami, Todoroki Shoto, and whatever plus-ones they might each like to bring along. Gojo handles the transportation himself, snagging the guests in ones and twos and teleporting them to a nice meadow he and Yuji scouted outside the ruins of Mexico City. It's an overgrown public park, with remnants of rusted playground equipment poking up out of the grass in one area. They wanted somewhere warm and peaceful, a simple gathering of the people who Geto cares about here. (Silco was granted a reprieve.)

There are cakes and sandwiches, sodas and a carafe of green tea. A few picnic blankets have been laid out, their corners weighed down with stones. A simple and peaceful gathering.

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[ teleporting, while ever so convenient, remains to be megumi's least preferred manner of transportation. one would presume that, after almost a decade of being folded down to the atom, he would've gotten some immunity to the resulting nausea, but it's still a gut punch every time he hitches a ride on the gojo satoru teleport-train.

it's perhaps because his innate technique recognises the 'other'-ness of limitless, their abilities contrasting and barricading against each other the way oil refuses to join water. molecular rejection: gojo and zen'in branches from rival roots.

when megumi's cells are re-settled and he's not trying to evacuate his waters into the ground, he sets loose a flurry of rabbits across the meadow. kon prowls for stray kaiju nearby, an extra measure, and megumi folds his legs under him on his claimed picnic blanket. he's squinting at the sun. it's so much sun. he probably should've brought sunblock for himself. ]

...We should've brought large umbrellas.

Gojo, the brat, is here dressed as Geto. Or, at least, a satirized version of him based on the mall fashion that he and Yuji could find from the Geto-inspired fashion lines that had been launched not long ago. He's got Geto's classic baggy pants, though the shirt and accessories he's added are more overtly edgy than Geto ever would have picked for himself. A black dragon wraps around his ear on one side, while the other side drips with chains. He's even stolen some of Geto's black varnish to do his nails. Only his black sunglasses are his own usual style.

Though he's never far from Geto, Gojo wants to make sure that he's available for all their students and guests. He lounges comfortably around, enjoying the sun and warmth and eating irresponsible amounts of cake.

( It's a nice day, which surprises him. Probably that's because the base itself has been so cold lately. But he's glad for the sunshine on his skin and the quiet of a place mostly abandoned. It makes actually submitting to something of a party a little easier. And he's dressed up for once, hair held together with his fancy new hair stick, nails freshly painted. It's a nice look, though without with the exuberance of some people - and if every so often he makes a threatening gesture Gojo Satoru's way then don't worry about it, they're flirting.

Truthfully he's having fun. He eats the cake. He examines the rusty playground equipment, he might even at some point be found hanging upside down from the monkey bars like he's turning sixteen again instead of twenty-eight. He bothers the children, checking in on each of them whenever he can, forcing sweets and snacks into hands because this isn't really about him and more about whether he can mother-hen. He wants something good for the people he cares about, and if he can use his birthday influence to supply that then why not?

And if, on occasion, he goes quiet, if his eyes turn a little far-away, well he's only thinking about the people missing and the things he failed to give them. Then he drifts with his tea and lets the conversation around him soothe the ache. It's all he can do. )

[ Yuji is, of course, immediately attracted to the rabbits, heading over to spend a little bit of time spoiling them and fussing over them. Are they the same rabbits he's played with before? Possibly, but it doesn't matter. He adores them all, picking one up and carrying it around as he heads back to Megumi's side. ]

You're gonna go bright red!

Yuji approaches Gojo once he's made all his greetings and said hello to the others, leaning down to look at his teacher with a raised eyebrow.

He can see what's going on here. It's kind of cute, he thinks, in whatever way dressing as your partner might be cute, and he respects the effort that Gojo has gone to. He's not entirely sure that Geto is going to feel the same, however, and he's looking forward to seeing the reaction that might come hand in hand with that.

"Sensei, you look kind of..."

[ Yuji is going out of his way to actively ignore the flirting, thank you.

Instead, he makes his way over to Geto, rocking on his heels and doing his best not to look like an overexcited kid on Christmas. Their last conversation was kind of weird, and he wants to avoid bringing it up as much as he can. This is Geto's birthday, so it should be a good occasion! ]

Hey, Geto-san.

Yuji-kun.

( He smiles, warmth lighting up his features. No matter the state of their last conversation, nor the fact that Yuji ended up spilling the proverbial beans is enough to dampen that. He's been a father, he understands that sometimes these things happen. )

How are you? It's warmer, isn't it? Are you as relieved as I am to be away from the cold?

Fingers jab into the tender spots at Satoru's waist as Suguru looms closer, shoulders brushing as he tilts closer, voice a sharply feline purr against the shell of that decorated ear.

"Nice outfit, Satoru."

Really, what did he expect with this? Suguru knows infinity won't rebuff him now, he can unleash his petty side and all of his pokey fingers. "Are we considering a change in style, or is today a one off?"

He looks good. There's something lowly appreciative in his voice, in the way he rests so they're half-leaning against each other, the sweep of his eyelashes dark as he lets his gaze linger sidelong. They're surrounded by their brood of children, and so most of his face is impassive. This close though, Satoru will see the mischief. That's important.

( There is a stillness to the air, and then there is suddenly a little shade, Geto's pale pink stingray hovering over Megumi's head like a strange little kite. The man himself crouches down, squinting into the sunlight with a hum. )

Make sure you drink water if you get too hot.

( Listen, listen.

It's his natural state. )

How are you doing?

Yeah! It's pretty nice to be able to go for a walk and not need to take three jackets or something.

[ Nodding his head, he brightens, glancing at the table with the cake. ]

Have you tried it?

Not yet.

( Ah, but he's fairly certain it's home made, and Yuji looks bright with delight so he rolls his shoulders. ) Shall we try it? It's never too early.

( Truthfully he's not exactly a sweets kind of guy, but he likes people who are, and it isn't too bad to savour something every once in a while. )

It looks good.

A Much More Low-Key Birthday Log // Closed

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