By the time he makes it into the kitchen, Rukia's standing by the fridge. Something about it's comforting, the shock of cold against her back when she settles against its metal surface, then relaxes into the warmth that runs not far underneath the surface, a constant whir of energy against her skin. She's thought about how she might greet him, things that she could say, but somehow all of it flies out of mind when he steps inside and just... stares. She can't read that expression. It's even, it's neutral, all that she can make out is surprise.
And that doesn't really help.
She's never celebrated his birthday with him before, after all. This could be a normal reaction. Or this could mean that he really didn't care to celebrate his birthday at all, and she probably should have asked, but the whole point of a surprise is actually to surprise the other person.
So she simply stands, cheeks quickly turning red under his scrutiny. "Aren't you going to say something?" she mutters, tightening her arms over her chest.
Which is probably a little less elegant than the 'happy birthday' she'd been planning on.
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Date: 2012-07-08 08:01 pm (UTC)And that doesn't really help.
She's never celebrated his birthday with him before, after all. This could be a normal reaction. Or this could mean that he really didn't care to celebrate his birthday at all, and she probably should have asked, but the whole point of a surprise is actually to surprise the other person.
So she simply stands, cheeks quickly turning red under his scrutiny. "Aren't you going to say something?" she mutters, tightening her arms over her chest.
Which is probably a little less elegant than the 'happy birthday' she'd been planning on.