brings in like 20 boxes of nothing but cute / ugly cat sweaters for his birthday!!!!!!!
the slow click he hears at his front door is subtle , but more than enough to interrupt his reading. however calm the detective acts , he is always hyperaware of his surroundings – perhaps on impulse , if anything , considering his very lifestyle is being aware of everything that goes on around him.
his expression does not change , sans the slow arch of a brow as he watches a familiar young woman walk in with a box in her arms. “ dwell. what is that ? ” ayatsuji speaks , but he’s given no response as she disappears once more out the door. it’s left open , leaving cold air of the winter filtering into his heated office. page bookmarked , the blonde sets his book aside and forces himself out of his chair with a sigh. that girl … he really doesn’t understand her actions at times.
she’s ridiculous , in every sense of the word. perhaps just as much as the other people he frequently deals with.
“ did you not hear me ? i said —– ” she trots past with yet another box , hair bouncing as she moves with every step , and once more she’s out the door. a brow twitches in annoyance towards being ignored , huffing through his nose before he turns his attention towards where she’s chosen to stack her boxes.
what was she even bringing inside ?
he moves to kneel in front of the boxes , opening the top most one and giving a deadpan as he plucks out a … sweater ? why was she …
on further inspection , as it turns out , the box is full of nothing but embarrassing cat sweaters. genuinely , the man is speechless – which is an accomplishment in itself when he’s so used to speaking his mind. ayatsuji’s mind draws a blank as he stares , only moving his head to look at the smaller when she comes back with the next box.
the blonde blinks – once , twice , then thrice. dwell does the same , before signing : HAPPY BIRTHDAY and moving once more out the door.
… happy birthday … right , his birthday was today , wasn’t it ?
he stands to his feet then , still holding onto the sweater in his grasp , only watching in silence now as dwell brings in box after box. the homicide detective counts 20 overall by the time she’s done , closing the door at last and looking up at him expectantly – dare he say she’s sparkling , all too proud of herself ?
ayatsuji stares back , silence passing between them before , at last , he seems to acquiesce : a sigh slips his lips , an free hand moves to rest atop her head gently.
dwell’s response is as enthusastic as they can be for her , and she soon responds herself : [ are you going to put one on? ]
… but tsujimura would be arriving soon – is what he’d like to say , but she seems intent on staring him down until he gives in. so he does , just this once , because he supposes it’s surprising someone thinks of his birthday before he does himself. “ fine. ”
and so ayatsuji goes , out the room to put on the sweater brought just for him.
( naturally , tsujimura arrived not even 10 minutes later. her reaction was priceless. )
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