Once you party with us

[knightime]

Characters: Dave Strider, the loser Homestucks with birthdays in December, Naminé, and everyone else who's in the Media Room at that time.
Setting: Media Room
Format: Either
Summary: Party in the media room. Look at all these stupid kids who have birthdays in December.
Warnings: Teenagers are dumb. Stupid shenanigans.

It wasn't really a proper party set-up. There were no decorations or anything that would signify it were a party. Dave didn't really have supplies or time to make anything and he wasn't really around to even plan anything in the first place.

Jason didn't really make it any easier by giving them only foodbars and water for this month either.

But he did try. He made those shitty paper ringlets to hang and he taped really crappy drawings of balloons to the walls. An attempt was made and he thinks his balloons are pretty fucking awesome anyways. It was a little sad. The list was a lot shorter than he anticipated. He ignored that nagging thought though. He didn't want to recall that a lot of his friends had left while he was gone.

Yeah, pretending that isn't a thing that happened.

Too busy admiring his really shitty attempt at birthday decorations.

Damn, he even made a cake. Ok. It wasn't really a cake. He mashed nutrition bars into a bowl with water and attempted to bake it. That...that didn't actually really come out like he hoped. Mostly, he put it in too long so the outside was completely burn yet the middle was still a really gross mush. No one was probably going to eat it. But it's the thought that counts...

It's a really gross fucking cake.

Obviously though, he should be in charge of birthdays all the time. "Fuck, I'm amazing at this." No, Dave. This is pretty shitty and you know it. You tried though. You tried.

[[OOC: Feel free to threadjack and mingle!]]

Comments

[knightime]

[Dave nearly jumps like ten feet because wow-where-the-fuck-did-you-come-from-holy-shit. He makes a strangled yelp or scream or some kind though. Oh my god, that's so embarrassing.]

Holy crap, where did you come from?

[heirterosexual]

[And John actually laughs so hard he winds up doubled over, and he probably snorts a good few times. Wow, Dave, holy shit.]

Hahaha, jeez, chill out! I came from the door, dunkass. Where most people come into a room from.

[knightime]

[You're dead to him, John. He hopes you die. Except no, not really. He really hopes not.]

No way. I would have noticed you coming in if that were the case.

[Dave's ears are bright red, along with his face.]

[heirterosexual]

Apparently not! 'Cause that's where I came in from.

[Which isn't a lie, he just. Came in all windified.]

[knightime]

I'm being serious. How the fuck did you do that. You're pulling some shitty voodoo magic, aren't you?

[He is not amused. Holy shit. He can't be outninja'd by Actual Goober John Egbert of all people.]

[heirterosexual]

[Rolling his eyes.]

Oh my God, fine, chill out. [And he sort of winds himself sideways until he disappears, and then reappears on the other side of Dave. He's having a lot of fun with this fucking power, okay.] I can do this cool thing where I turn into air.

[knightime]

What the fuck. [That's really fucking creepy, holy shit.] What if someone like breathed you in. That would be awkward as shit.

[heirterosexual]

[He snorts and sits backward in the air, laughing.] Are you saying you want me inside you, Dave? That's sorta gay.

[knightime]

[Dave practically goes scarlet, instantaneously.]

John, you piece of shit. You know that's not what I meant. And it would hardly be as satisfying having a piece of you in my lung versus anywhere else.

Excuse you, not everyone thinks about the d and where it can go as much as you do.

[heirterosexual]

[You're killing him here, Dave. It's been a long time since he's laughed this hard.]