[TEXT] @CURSE - dated 03-20-79

[gimu]

[ It starts suddenly, a POV-shot in a Kyoto Base room, focusing on a troupe of jewel-bright hummingbirds staring out at the viewer from their flowerpot-nest suspended from the ceiling by strings. ]

Today is an important day.

[ That seems to be Choso’s voice, delivering news unto this tiny flock of an audience. A big finger wiggles into the shot to poke a brightly green bird-drone on the beak. It chirps in annoyance as the shot swings wide and away.

Look. Behold: pink-headed Itadori Yuji, tying his shoes, minding his own business and blissfully unaware of the day’s reveal. ]

It is Yuji’s birthday today.

[ A pair of hands lift into view and begin to clap, slow and somber. ]

Happy 17th, Yuji. Congratulations. Good work. Excellent job.

Comments

[gimu]

[ a noise, like he really wants to argue, but Gojo Satoru is right. galling as it is to admit, Gojo Satoru is right, and this is not the time or place.

ugh. ]

The purpose of this post has not changed, but very well.

[rikugan]

If you can't help it, then at least take it to private. Or have you not learned how to do that yet?

[gimu]

I know how.

[ it’s just… a hassle… perhaps the biggest reason he hasn’t bothered yet. ]

Fine, fine.

[rikugan]

Don't be such a baby about it.

[gimu]

No.

[ as if to say: it’s just for you, he’ll be a baby about it for you alone, Gojo Satoru ]

[rikugan]

[ someone is due for a good ol' fashioned noogie. ]

In your best interest, I advise you stay the hell away from him.

[gimu]

[ n-nooo, mr gojo-san ]

I know. I’m not seeking out his company. I’m fine over here, far away from him.

[rikugan]

[ atta boy. ]

Keep it that way. Yuji wouldn't want you getting killed for picking a fight you can't win.