send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —
“Hey, Arisato, thanks for the gift, but you can have it back.” They were barely in his hands for a few moments before he was tossing the box back to the bluenet. “You always talk about these things, so I’m assuming you must like ‘em so much. I’m not a big fan, so here.”
A fake smile was plastered on his face, effectively hiding exactly how salty Kaito was. He would punch the lights out of the kid someday, but today wasn’t going to be that day. He had to wait for the perfect opportunity; starting brawling matches in the middle of the street wasn’t his idea of a good performance.
Putting a glitter bomb in a snack box? Now that was a different story.