[ he could watch this all day and not get tired of it - getou squaring his shoulders and narrowing his eyes like they're about to take on a curse... all to win him an arcade toy. there's something impossibly charming about it, and he laughs brightly when the next failure draws that frustrated noise out of him. ]
Are you sure? If you need to cheat I won't judge you~ [ he would, and getou knows it because he quickly says he's got it and surges into another attempt. gojou leans in close to the glass, eyes wide. ] Come on, come on...!
[ and then the toy tumbles down into the bin and he gasps, shooting up straight and clapping his hands together. ] You did it! [ he blinks when getou hands it to him, eyes shimmering. he holds it like it might break or turn to smoke if he grips it too tightly before looking up at getou with a blinding smile. ] Thanks, Suguru!
[ he almost reaches for his cellphone but thinks better of it - getou probably doesn't want digital proof of their date. so then... gojou looks around, grins mischievously and drags getou over to a photobooth, shoving him and cinnamaroll in before punching coins into the booth and hopping inside, pressed up against him. he takes cinamaroll back and hugs it tightly before the flash goes off, making a peace sign for the camera. ] Smile!
He finds his own lips curving up into a mirror, faltering in surprise when he's tugged along, shoved into a photobooth like he's not actively the jujutsu world's current biggest threat. It's a little quieter inside, the curtain blocking out a lot of noise and light, and squished up against Gojo it's easy to believe it's just the two of them. He'll allow the indulgence, fingers held up in his own little sign, eyes crinkling at the corner from the width of his smile.
A picture is taken, the warning for the next counting down. ) Wait, Mimiko and Nanako do this - ( Holding his hand up in the shape of half a heart, hoping Gojo will do the same. ) Like that.
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Are you sure? If you need to cheat I won't judge you~ [ he would, and getou knows it because he quickly says he's got it and surges into another attempt. gojou leans in close to the glass, eyes wide. ] Come on, come on...!
[ and then the toy tumbles down into the bin and he gasps, shooting up straight and clapping his hands together. ] You did it! [ he blinks when getou hands it to him, eyes shimmering. he holds it like it might break or turn to smoke if he grips it too tightly before looking up at getou with a blinding smile. ] Thanks, Suguru!
[ he almost reaches for his cellphone but thinks better of it - getou probably doesn't want digital proof of their date. so then... gojou looks around, grins mischievously and drags getou over to a photobooth, shoving him and cinnamaroll in before punching coins into the booth and hopping inside, pressed up against him. he takes cinamaroll back and hugs it tightly before the flash goes off, making a peace sign for the camera. ] Smile!
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He finds his own lips curving up into a mirror, faltering in surprise when he's tugged along, shoved into a photobooth like he's not actively the jujutsu world's current biggest threat. It's a little quieter inside, the curtain blocking out a lot of noise and light, and squished up against Gojo it's easy to believe it's just the two of them. He'll allow the indulgence, fingers held up in his own little sign, eyes crinkling at the corner from the width of his smile.
A picture is taken, the warning for the next counting down. ) Wait, Mimiko and Nanako do this - ( Holding his hand up in the shape of half a heart, hoping Gojo will do the same. ) Like that.