forgetting one of her dearest friend's birthdays? not on her watch. kimiko might not set much by her own birthday, but she'd never forget anyone else's, and certainly not someone she adores as much as the libero in front of her. 'mori! catch!' with glee, she slides him her gift across the table, which is a red pedometer matching the blue one she has. 'so we can both keep track. can't have you slipping on me even if you're a year older now. that'd be boring, no?' kimiko can't help but tease him, of course, but she also knows this is how their relationship is and how they've always expressed themselves. they've been like this since they'd met way back as teenagers, back when she'd been utterly smitten but still adamant in her refusal to let yaku win against her at anything athletic or physical whether that be drills or push-ups. (she likes that they challenge each other anyways and that they always have. kimiko walks over to his side of the table now until she is beside him. she kisses his cheek as she drops the other gift she'd got him into his hands-a chocolate pocky box. 'for old times sake.'
"Woah! Careful before I accidentally bump it across the room. You know I just can't help my incredible, cat-like reflexes." The box was snatched up from the table with a grin, Morisuke only rolling his eyes a little as he looked it over as Kimiko continued on with their usual easy banter. Practical gifts were always nice, especially something easy to travel with when games could take him anywhere in the world, but suddenly the cute, matching pedometer was notably less interesting when a kiss on the cheek and a familiar box of candy was suddenly on the table.
"So eager to challenge me again? I really haven't done a very good job of intimidating you with my skills, have I?" Not that that's ever been possible, really. Kimiko's always stubbornly kept up with his pace no matter the competition presented, but that's exactly what was so exciting about it all, and he knew there wouldn't be an ounce of hesitation in those pretty, blue eyes when he popped the box of pocky open to take out one of the sticks and brandished it like a weapon.
"Someone could argue this game might've gotten a little easier over the years because half the battle is avoiding touching, but I'll squeeze every little fraction of a millimeter I can out of this pocky stick and defeat you anyway, that's a promise!"
