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[ There is a Riku in this hallway. To be more exact, a Riku wandering in a hallway she does not live on, with her arms full of gifts. A jug of cold chocolate milk, to be exact, and a box. It's a normal, somewhat large, perfectly square box wrapped in shining red paper and tied with a black bow. Perfectly eerie. Her heart's beating a little faster than it should be, and it's making her annoyed. It's stupid! It's not like she's nervous, or has any reason to be.

She still takes five more minutes of pacing the hallway to gather her bearings, then she settles in front of a door several feet away from Red's and pulls out her phone to call him. Ring ring, birthday boy. ]

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...alright.

[That sounds awfully suspicious, Riku, but he's going to make his way to the door to check. He seems genuinely surprised to see a present there, and puts the phone down on a shelf near the door to check the box carefully.]

[Hey, what, maybe I wanted to keep talking. No, she hangs up her phone when she hears that, and moves close enough to lean against the wall just outside his door. She looks perfectly relaxed, just interested in how he'll react to it. The jug of milk is held behind her.]

Happy birthday.

[He looks at her, still looking sort of surprised, then looks away again.]

Thanks.

[He's kind of quiet, actually. He can't remember the last time he heard that.]

[She hesitates, then shifts so she can give him a nudge with the arm not otherwise occupied with milk.]

Take it inside and open it.

Alright.

[He'll pick it up, shifting it to one hand for a moment so he can grab his phone and hang up properly before pocketing it, then heads to the living room.]

[Oh my god. She'll follow him inside and close the door behind her.]

Don't drop it. I went through hell for that.

Did you now.

[Don't worry, he's not letting it drop. The last thing he's going to do is let something like that happen to a birthday present.]

Yeah. Now open it.

[There's some humor in her tone, don't worry. But it really was hell. Terrible, terrible hell. Now get unwrapping.]

Pushy.

[Fine, fine, he's unwrapping it. With possibly surprising care.]

[She might be moving a little closer, waiting not so patiently for his reaction. Okay, maybe she's a little nervous, even if it's absurd. After all, his not-so-future older self helped her make it, and he said he'd like it, which is about as good as you can get. Red will unwrap the box and remove the lid to a decadent three-layer cake, frosted with pure chocolate icing. Riku waits until the cake is visible for a moment before speaking.]

... Blood chocolate, with chocolate-coated insects, and... and eye custard between the layers.

[Happy birthday, Red.]

It's a little over the top.

[Okay, you've done it, Riku, you've broken him. He actually looks shocked, staring at the cake, then looking at her, then staring at the cake some more.]

[Oh god. No, don't be broken before you can try your cake. She waits, then waves her hand in front of his face. Earth to Red.]

I-...

[He's truly at a loss for words here. Riku do you even realize how long it's been since he's had someone care enough to do something like this.]

[Maybe. She can assume some things, anyway, from what he's told her in the past. That's not why she did it at all, though. She looks... a little uncharacteristically worried.]

Well?

[Riku you know what, you are getting kissed. Rather fiercely. Because he's still at a loss for words and damn if this doesn't make him feel all warm and fuzzy.]

[Oh, well, okay, she can deal with that. It's a good reaction. She'll kiss him back, of course, and if it lasts more than a few seconds she'll also wrap her arms around his neck.]

[Eventually he'll pull away, just enough to mumble against her mouth.]

Where did you find this?

[She probably feels like she's trying not to laugh, or smile. One or the other.]

I made it. With some help.

[Hey what's that heavy, cold thing touching your back, Red?]

[He looks startled, by both her answer and the cold thing, which makes him shift and try to see what it is.]

[She brings it around to the side when he moves. Ta da. A great big jug of chocolate milk.]

This part wasn't my idea, but it should go good with the cake if you want to overdose on chocolate.

So you...

[He's almost having trouble wrapping his head around all this.]

You went to, what, one of our future selves? You did? And made me a cake.

A week ago. Would've defeated the purpose if I'd asked you for recipes. Good thing your future self was willing to help me.

[She pulls both her arms back around and sets the milk down beside the cake.]

That's... what I really went to do yesterday. Baking.

[Snort.]

Sorry for lying.

[His face is going to get stuck in astonishment. If he were a more emotional type, he might have shed a few tears. So many warm fuzzies!]

[She would have freaked out! As it is, all this speechlessness has her a little worried (for other reasons) and a little amused.]

Is that a good silence?

Yeah.

[His voice is almost a little hoarse there. He clears his throat a bit, running a hand through his hair and looking away with a slightly embarrassed smile.]

Yeah, it is.