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♠ He knocks on her window. It's not like he can safely walk into the Agency without someone knowing-- but he's rather good at various cloaking expertise, being Mafia. As the window is opened, he shuffles around awkwardly for a good ten seconds and reveals a small velvet box from his coat, a little worse for wear. Slightly out of breath, Chuuya hands it over to her. He clutches her hand in his, protecting the box in her palm for a moment with his own. "Happy birthday." He mouths, and he's off.

◣ ✿ ◥ She squeezes his hand while it’s in hers, mouthing, “Thank you,” back at him before he leaves. Once he’s gone, she shuts the window and pads back to her bed before sitting down and opening the box–and ah, it’s familiar, a silver necklace with a rabbit pendant, something that appears to be rather expensive. She received something remarkably similar earlier in the day from someone who used to be remarkably close to Chuuya, and she decides that it’s a coincidence; the selection of rabbit-themed jewelry probably isn’t great, so they must’ve just happened to see the same thing.

Either way, she’s going to wear both of them at the same time.