[ riddle's antennae must have picked up the wordcount in that monologue because they're sending signals of relief down to his two braincells. maybe he's just smitten with the reproachful, soft tone of shu's words? the way he smiles at him a little too fondly, all pink cheeked and daydreamy, would make one think so. it's hard to tell with someone so emotionally inept though.

the sudden shift in subject is also a bit of a relief because riddle knows he's (emotionally, respectfully) down bad and any further mickey mousing around is bound to land him in hot water. plus, of course a spoiled rotten thing like him loves getting gifts. ]

Is that so? You shouldn't have. Today is your unbirthday after all. Mm, but wait,

[ he pauses for a moment to feed himself a forkful of whatever sweet treat happens to be in front of him. ]

today is my unbirthday too, isn't it? Well, you have my gratitude. Am I allowed a hint as to what it is?