jessie_rocket (jessie_rocket) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-03 21:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gin ichimaru, jessie |
Who: Gin and Jessie
When: Gin’s birthday (Early September)
Where: Their place
What: Birthday celebration
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Jessie was stood in the kitchen cooking as she waited for Gin to get home. She hadn’t realised it was his birthday but as soon as he’d mentioned it on the net she had decided to cook him a nice meal and a birthday cake. The cake was now sat nicely decorated on the side under a cover while their dinner was bubbling away in the oven quite nicely.
Not knowing him that well yet meant she was unsure what to get him but she had managed to get him a silly little book of accounting jokes and a set of shot glasses with equations on them - which may work well with the case of plum wine one of his other friends had sent over. And of course she was cooking for him.
Mmm plum wine. That had to be from Faye, and the precise second he laid eyes on it, he silently laughed and made a mental note to give her a great big thank you for the gift. Good plum wine wasn't easy to come by, sort of like really good sake.
He snuck into the kitchen and stood right behind her, waiting until she turned around for the sort of creepy stalker scare that often made people pee their pants a little. Which was precisely what he was going for. Because if you can't have a little fun on your birthday, you might as well be dead.
Or...um...dead-er in his case, and recycled. So there.
Jessie was probably one of the worst people that Gin could have given a room to, or the best depending on your view, because she really could be extremely oblivious sometimes. And that was how she ended up almost jumping out of her skin when she turned around to see Gin and his usually smiley self standing right behind her. It was also how Gin ended up being whacked with a spatula that she had in her hand. Luckily for him it was clean.
“Oh my god” she said hand on her chest as she breathed heavily, “You scared the hell out of me” she told him before hugging him exuberantly, “Happy Birthday”
Gin had a big red spatula-shaped mark, square-center on his face. He blinked a few times, eyes uncharacteristically wide, but hadn’t dared flash stepped out of the way. No way did he want to let on what he was, not even around the roommate. Yay that she could be oblivious!
He found himself being hugged and slipped both arms around her waist, hugging her in response, and giving her a pit pat on the back while doing so.
“Remind me never ta tangle with ya,” he joked, already glad that the sting from the thwapping had only lasted a second. “Thanks. Whatcha makin’?”
And there goes one of his hands toward the covered cake, so he can uncover it and sneak a taste of the frosting. Yachiru was going to die of delight, if she busted in and found that. And since he had a bevy of friends who were girls, he was delightfully wallowing around in being fed for a birthday gift. At this rate, between the dinners, and cakes, and ice cream, and drinks...he felt like he’d never have to worry about sustenance again!
“Sorry” she said as she saw the red mark where the spatula had hit him, “But you really shouldn’t creep up on people” she smiled while telling him off. Lucky that Yachiru wasn’t around otherwise her tendency to call Jessie spatula-chan would be given more ammunition.
“A surprise dinner” she said, catching his hand before he lifted the cover, “You’ll see it soon enough. So have you had a good birthday?” she asked him, moving to grab some plates from the cupboard.
As his hand was caught and guided away from any peek-sees, Gin looked delighted to be told off by Spatula-chan, wielder of deadly kitchen utensils!
"Yep. Everyone's givin' me stuff or makin' plans, so I can't complain." It was more than he had gotten in a few years, so it was actually pretty nice. "You didn't need to go through all this trouble, ya know. It's nice though. I'm starvin'."
If he didn't use all of his energy as a organized crime hit man, maybe he wouldn't be ready to chow down on anything that looks edible.
Jessie couldn’t help roll her eyes at him in affection as he grinned at her telling off, he really was quite ridiculous at times.
“Good, you should have a nice birthday” Jessie nodded, “It’s not trouble and besides even if it was it’s your birthday” she said like that should explain everything. Which to Jessie it did. “I’m glad you’re hungry, I may have made a bit too much” she grinned.
"These leftovers're gonna be gone by the day after tomorrow," he reassured with a grin right back at her. "Lets eat until feel like we're gonna pop, like balloons."
That sounded like the best plan ever.