Messenger Box

[eyeswideopen]

If you need to get a hold of Komaeda, here's where you do it.

Messenger birds, action, what have you.

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[hopedout]

I'm not exactly certain, but it's a box...? [ The box itself is shaped like a heart and it's both red and pink. ] It doesn't have a name attached to it, but the person who gave it to me said that you'd know who it's from.

[eyeswideopen]

[Komaeda blinks. Both of his eyebrows raise. Then he smiles just a little, a light in his eyes.] I imagine I do know.

If it's who I think it is...there might not be a name attached but they know my preferences. Do I need to sign for it? [He produces a pen from his sleeve as if by magic. In reality he has a clip inside to keep from losing pens needlessly.]

[hopedout]

No, no... you don't need to sign for it at all.

[ Hinata smiles a little, almost tempted to chuckle but he refrains. He wonders just how long it will take for him to actually figure it out, however. ]

But would you like to open it first, or...? [ He kind of wants to see his reaction to it. ]

[eyeswideopen]

Oh. Yes! [Something about the wording and the eyes makes him pause. The color is the same as Hinata's eyes used to be. He shakes his head and gently takes the offered box. Setting it on the front desk, he feels around for the edges. The woman comes back out of the back room and starts going through a box of books.

'That from that fiancé of yours?'

He doesn't look up from his task. 'Potentially.'

'He doesn't seem to have sawdust in his head. He'll add cute to the list of reasons to keep him around.' She says while putting several copies of a math text book on the nearest shelf. Komaeda stops and looks up. 'I thought you said you liked them meek and a little bit dumb.' She snorts, as she crosses something off the list on a pad of paper.

'You'd be correct. You on the other hand. You fancy the closet tigers. Can't see the appeal...but he's a looker I'll give you that.' He decides not to answer that and opens the box.]

[hopedout]

[ Hinata can't help but blink at Komaeda curiously, tilting his head to the side for a moment before he straightens himself out, not even a shift of his expression at those lines, because really?

Nevertheless, inside the box seems to be chocolate in all different shapes and sizes along with a card.

It shouldn't be too sweet, but it's kind of a Japanese tradition for the girl to give the chocolate on Valentine's Day, right?
- Hinata Hajime ]

[eyeswideopen]

[He happened to look up and catch the girl's expression not changing at all. The gesture however. His own expression doesn't change as he picks up the note inside. Suddenly nothing matters but the words he's reading. He traces them with his fingers as the scent of the sea drifts through the used bookstore. His features have softened and his eyes are bright. Gently the way one takes a treasured gift, he folds the note twice.

It goes into his pants pocket. Komaeda sighs, content with the universe.] Did he say for you to wait for a note? ...and if you don't mind have we met before? You seem very familiar.

[The gesture. The lack of emotions at what would normally embarrass anyone else. Tessa, his boss tends to surprise people. She looks prim and proper. But he has never met someone more unphased by life and willing to deal with his sometimes too personal questions.]

[hopedout]

Why would you think that we have met before?

[ He's just going to twirl a strand of hair around his finger idly. ]

[eyeswideopen]

Your phrasing is familiar. [He searches his memory but it doesn't show on his face as he gently places the lid back on the box. Tessa has went back into the back room. His sharp gaze settles on the messenger as he adds, thoughtfully.] There are other tells that aren't adding up.

[hopedout]

Other tells? [ headtilt to the right ] Like what?

[eyeswideopen]

Like that one. [It's like a flash of light in the dark. He can almost see exactly what he's after. The phrasing. The gestures. Even the eyes watching him right now. While the person is smaller than they should be... he leans forward.]

Hajime. I never thought you'd be bold enough to wear a dress but, here we are. I assume you'll be dressed in another way at lunch?

[hopedout]

You figured it out already...?

[ He can't help but grin a little self deprecatingly; he's a little flushed in the cheeks which he tries to hide with the hat on his head. ]

Honestly, maybe I should just come to lunch like I am now. [ Just going to puff his cheeks out just a little bit. ]

[eyeswideopen]

You could, I won't stop you. Anyway, you kept giving me hints. [He rests his chin against his palm and smiles wide.] I assume on purpose. You wanted to see my reaction...yes?

[He wants to say his name over and over until that flush never leaves his face.]

[hopedout]

... I did. I don't look strange like this, do I?

[ He's asking to hear his opinion, along with the reaction. ]

[eyeswideopen]

[He slips the lid off the box and takes one of the bits of chocolate. A moment passes as he bites into it. He shuts his eyes. It's perfect.] Not at all. You look wonderful.

[Komaeda takes another chocolate piece as he adds, his voice low.] You have the legs to pull off any dress you chose to wear.

[hopedout]

You're not making fun of me, are you?

[ He earnestly does not think that is the case, really, but he can't help but tug his lips upwardly into a soft smile, allowing himself to relax as he allows his eye color to form back to the natural two colors that it normally would be. ]

But... I suppose I should say thanks. Nagito. [ Hinata's cheeks color slightly as he rubs at the nape of his neck, glancing away. ] Are you going to be done with work soon?