&& . @inhumcnity // case: happy birthday!!
how long has she been pacing outside his door?? twenty minutes, maybe. and by now she’s sure xavier knows that she’s out here. it’s only his birthday ( well it’s hardly ‘ only ‘ ); she should be able to smile at her old friend and give him his gift-- regardless of how shitty it is. she should be able to, after all they’ve been through, face him without any anxieties.
but it seems her mind won’t give her a rest. what if he doesn’t like it?? what if he just rolls his eyes?? what if he gets mad?? what if he asks her to leave?? is this a good enough gift?? should it even be considered a gift?? should she just leave?? oh for fuck’s sake. another sigh befalls her lip, then an inhale of air to puff up her chest.
fuck whatever she was thinking. it was the man’s birthday; it was about him and not her. her footfalls finally stop and her body faces the door. gently, a hand presses against the door and turns the knob.
❛ h-hey, c-cas-- xavier, ❜ it’s almost too soft to hear, and even worse, it comes out in a sputtering mess ❛ i-i... uh, i got y-you s-something... y-you know... for your b-birthday?? i-it’s d-dumb really... i s-sort of... ❜
a deep breath and a soft, nervous smile.
❛ it’s a-a book o-of qu-quotes th-that are a-about being a l-light in s-somone’s l-life. a-always... sh-shining... a-anyway: h-happy birthday. i... um... i’m h-happy w-we’re o-on good t-terms again ❜