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With a couple twitches of his face and a brief cast-aside of his head, though, he's grinning again! Brow high-roofed - all right, all right!
Holding his wrist out like he's holding a leash. Leaning his weight back for some sense of having part of the grip, here, but following along in long... kind of uneven steps.
Only pulling back for a moment when they're inside. Holding up an index finger with a pop-open of his eyes and a tug-and-release upward in the corners of his mouth as he looks down. Twists 'imself around and shuffles his legs to get his shoes off with a step on each heel and... kicking them off to the side. Just. Letting 'em land and turn however they will.
He... tried?
He obviously thinks he did - with a cocked head and a cocksure grin and half-circle eyes turning back up to her, and a quick boost in his brow; see? I can do it without being told!
But as that's going on, he saunters right back into step!
Leans and stumbles into a last bit of tug before getting himself... roughly-planted in front of her on the couch. Hands in his pockets again.
Not... following right away again, but narrowing his eyes. Lifting his chin. Cocking his head, looking at her from a diagonal, upper row of teeth just showing in a mouth pin-twisted up at one corner. He did... notice her hiding her hand behind her back but it's way more conspicuous now.
Ooh-hoo, what you got there...
Another tip aside and in to peer around her, fingers rubbing in his pockets and one eyebrow skewing up.
And a tiny reel back straighter. Eyes just-re-widening and brow lifting. Yeah? To think about what?
The corner-grin starting to fall, and then...
A fresh pop of his eyes open, a tiny step back with hands lifting palms-down when she holds out the bag.
...Yeah. Some part of him could recognize the wrapping, if he wanted to. He has seen it before.
...But fuck that, the point is it's a present. It's a present!
His lip twitches once, some sort of tightening that holds 'em both just apart with the lower drawing back under her fangs. Hands gradually lifting as he looks up to her, down at the bag, up at her down at the gift, shoulders lifting and hunching like he wants to dive at the thing, and --
-- Hoots up a muted ha-haaaa...! as he takes ahold of the thing by the sides!
Turns to flop into the couch beside her, a rock back of his weight and then forward to plant his legs apart on the ground, hunches with a tip and a grin over it like a hyena, as he pulls the paper away and kinda... drops it? On the sofa next to him? One one instance it kind of takes shaking it off of his hand, but that's not slowing his roll! Partway twists his torso to give her a wide-eyed beam that seals and tightens with a tick and then reopens with the tip of his tongue curving up into the corner of his upper lip and a rough ahh -- ...! as he straightens back up. Pulling the bag open at the top, let's see what we got here...
...Another time that his expression starts to neutralize. Mouth closing up a little, eyes pulling to a steady squint.
Not outta anything bad, mind - it's just that all he sees is black cloth, at first! So it is indeed a what do we got here?
Reaches in, half... places the bag on the floor and half lets it drop and tip empty on the ground, pulls it out into his lap. Starts to turn and unfold it, ohh...
Picks it up by what he thinks are the shoulders. Holds it up in front of him with a look like he's just been passed someone else's baby. Another pop in his eyes and brow.
He... keeps it still! But he turns around it on one side, insssspecting it, and then to the other...
-- And on that decal! Iiiiincoming deep ah-ha! grin, oooh, I like this...!]
Hooooooo-lyyyyyyyy damn -- ...
[With clear, colored thrumming resonance in his throat before it couches in his nose.
Still grinning up a storm.
He rocks back in his seat! Throws Ibuki a look, freshly big-eyed with a giggle that smothers itself into a snort -- both o' those a mix of hee-hee, awwwwww, she's being shyyyy! and this is a date-night girlfriend present and she went and made it herself just for meeeee, oh my GOD -- !
His voice rings like a pitched-up bell:]
You SHOULDN'T haaaaave!
[Aaand with the way he starts tugging down the zipper of his hoodie and re-plopping back onto the cushion, wiggling to straighten up with the release of a breaking uuuh -- ! before falling on forward-leaning to work it off his arms behind up, with little cut-off-growly grunts?
Iiiiit should be obvious with that translates into.
Falling out more nasally filtered through air in his nose:]
-- Come on...
[...Come on and -- come on and what?
Are -- are you talking to your hoodie?
The thrumming warmed to greater glow and spread in the middle of this by a hum-in of a laugh...]
HmmmnnnnWE are gonna look --
RrrrRRMNH -- !
[Suddenly husky again. Buzzing in thin walls around it.]
-- Hhhhrrrrhhhh, so fly out there together -- !
[Ending with silent oomph that grits his teeth and narrows his eyes as it hitches into silence via a hook somewhere high. Out of the boost of the thought, again, that this is a special first! It's seriously a yeah, this is my girl! And you see this girl? I'm her boy! thing!
And he, ah. Certainly did just say the word "fly" in that context.
But, bottom line!
He does like it!
And he is very excited.
And he's putting the damn thing on right now.]