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]

You're not going to do it and I know it. That hurts. You don't know how pained I am right now.

Why would you name one after me, holy shit. [Dave isn't sure whether to feel offended or not.] I made you a card. [He's looking at Guile instead of her, rubbing her tummy and pretending to be all chill as usual.]] Couldn't really get you a gift though.

[tentacletrainer]

I will too, and it's because he's an Insufferable Prick. Why else? He even received a pair of your shades after the first Dave left. Wears them all the time. [[Okay, Dave? She's just gotta smile at that. After watching them a moment, she gets up and kneels down beside him, petting under Guile's chin.]]

You didn't have to make me a card you know. I'm just happy you're here. Or...I'm here, I guess.

[knightime]

Excuse you, but I am not an Insufferable Prick, you Flighty Broad. [He just shoves the card into her hands and goes back to petting Guile.]

Of course I did. It's like a tradition we give each other crappy presents or whatever. I just can't really get you gifts while I'm here.

[tentacletrainer]

You are entirely an Insufferable Prick, and for your information there is a Quagsire named Flighty Broad in my honor. [[And now she grins a little.]] You would not believe how badly Prick wants to tap her.

[[She takes the card gracefully, thank you, and opens it up while he and Guile get their bonding on.]]

That's the point of "you didn't have to". But thank you, Dave. It means a lot to me.

[knightime]

I didn't need to hear that, oh my god. Fuck you, Lalonde. Fuck you and the monster you rode in on.

[There isn't enough brain bleach for what he just saw. There really isn't.] Except I had too. I just wish I could have actually given you something. You know, cause you gave me something. [Which he really appreciates. Even if he tries to act like he doesn't, it's so obvious. The card is juvenile at best, but it's so very Dave at least.]