he drops a card onto the desk -- there's a portrait on the cover, something small & indistinct, drawn in black & white. "it's for you," he says tonelessly, even as a smile slides in on his face. "i was informed it is polite to give cards on one's birthday."
fingers grace over the parchment as it’s presented to them, stalling for only long enough to get a good look at the design --- he can’t make out what it is though, not that too much energy is put towards it anyways --- before flipping open the card. his gaze meets sai’s first, expression as flat as the other’s tone ( he notes the smile -- always does, never knows what to make of it, or his intentions ) but after his opening statement, sasuke’s demeanor leans more towards expectant. instinct is to ask why ; a card, for him? there couldn’t be something to gain from that, could there be?
distrust aside, he also hadn’t realized the date, or it’s significance. ah.
there’s a twinge of something within himself --- guilt, maybe? no --- as he looks back at him, card now pinched between his thumb and index fingers on each side, face yet still unfaltering. “ ... were you also informed it was mine, then? otherwise, it bothers me that you would even know. we haven’t talked about it. ”
