With a strawberry cake with a tiny erza figure on top. " Happy birthday!"
━━━━━━ ( @dcmoncrest ) *⋆ ⁎ → Happy BIRTHDAY, Jellal !! ☆
The joyful voice of the Takeover mage rings from behind him, proclaiming words he has already heard a few times today. Jellal’s not exactly sure how she knows about this date --- but he supposes that she was somehow informed by Erza in a context unknown to him.
He turns around to thank her --- and coughs to hide the HORRIBLY EMBARASSING NOISE that leaves his mouth at the sigh of the figurine that decorates the dessert she holds in her hands.
( BY THE HEAVENS--- ! )
“I--- uh, thank you.” The Heavenly Body mage stutters, his hazel gaze unable to leave the plastic character of his childhood friend. “It is--- very much appreciated.”
( He wants to sink further into the ground and disappear THE SECOND he hears the sound of Erik’s laughter ringing behind him. )
No matter how much teasing it brought onto him, Jellal is simply UNABLE to throw away the Erza figurine. She is, after all, his friend (?); plastic or not, the idea of getting rid of it, and in such a disrespectful manner, makes his heart ache in an unsettling manner.
And so, the Crime Sorcière guildmaster travels for the next three days with the cake decoration safely tucked in a pocket.
Eventually, he finds a small child in Hargeon --- a young girl with short, ginger hair and a plastic sword he hears talking excitedly about the Requip mage. He’s a bit sad ( inappropriate, unprofessionnal to let his heart speak louder than his mind in such instants ) to separate himself from the toy, however --- the bright smile that illuminates her childish features is the best belated birthday GIFT he could have asked for.
