Jinx swaggered up to Porco, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she held a small, wrapped bundle behind her back. She looked him over, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "So, Porco," she started, leaning in closer than necessary, "you’re always so serious and grumpy-looking, figured I'd do something about that."
With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out the bundle and held it up to him. It was wrapped haphazardly, with random patches of cloth and string sticking out, looking more like a mess than an actual gift. But inside was a slingshot, one with a sleek frame that looked expertly crafted, complete with a handful of polished stones in a small pouch. She had even scratched his initials into the handle, though it looked more like she’d carved them in with a nail than any real tool.
"You know, just in case you need to let loose or, I don’t know, take out some Titans from a distance—my way." She winked, clearly pleased with herself. "Anyway happy birthday," she said with a shrug, a rare hint of sincerity slipping into her voice.
That look on her face is suspicious, is it not? Porco's already eyeing Jinx and her movements before she's ever made it up and into his bubble. She leans in and he stays still with a questioning frown, despite his instinctual urge to reclaim his space. He's just stubborn like that, standing his ground. Not so easily perturbed by the girl.
Now she's got him curious. He's sure she wouldn't be the last to comment on his seriousness or his facial expressions to match, but she is the first to suggest she could do something about it. He'd certainly like to see her try—
Before he knows it, out of her hands and into his, sits a bundle of... something. Porco's sure to spare Jinx another quizzical, somewhat wary glance before he starts undoing the messy wrappings. Sarcastic at first when he mutters, "You shouldn't have..."
But his attitude soon changes when the cloth unveils the gift she'd gotten him. Or rather, he suspects, the gift she'd made for him. A unique-looking slingshot, not just made out of bits of wood tied together and an elastic band, but properly crafted with his initials etched into the handle and even a little bag of ammunition to go with it.
He laughs, looking it over in his hands. Of all the things he could've guessed that she might have handed him, this was never going to be one of them. When was the last time he even looked at a slingshot, let alone one this well-made? Damn... Just in case he ever needs to let loose, Jinx says, and Porco flicks his eyes back up to her unaware that his grumpy-looking face looks far from the part right now, until the titan comment makes him snicker.
They bicker and clash so often, it comes as such a surprise. Porco had been so sure she didn't even like him, not once would he have considered she cared enough to go out of her way and get him something for his birthday, least of all make it herself.
"Anyway," Jinx's voice drops that teasing tone he's gotten used to. "Happy birthday."
"Uh," he stalls, still smiling somewhat while he continues to stare at the slingshot instead. "Thank— Thanks..." He eventually manages with a fixed furrow to his brow and subtle nod. A cleared throat and hesitant shape of his mouth before he asks, "Do you wanna go break stuff?"