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

[ghostytrainer]

[Good grub thing.]

Thank you. Fuck if I remember where I was going with that, though. Probably something to the extent of "I had it under control" to which you would have said "nuh-uh" to which I would have said "yes-huh" and it would have just spiraled out of control from there so: topic change!

I have something for you.

[tentacletrainer]

For me? [[Consider her a little surprised, John. What could you have for her?]]

[ghostytrainer]

Mhmm. Luckily, I decided to keep half of your birthday present in my fanny pack. Even more luckily, it was the really important half so um...

[He pulls an envelope out of the aforementioned pack, handing it to Rose.]

I'm sorry I didn't give it to you on your actual birthday. But with everything that happened, I didn't manage to get the last detail finished in time. And then Dave started planning the party so I figured I would just hold onto it until then.

[tentacletrainer]

[[She takes the envelope, raising a brow.]] This feels a little bit thick for a simple card.

[[But opening it anyway. What are you, mystery gift?]]

[ghostytrainer]

Well there's a reason for that.

[Surprise! There's no card in the envelope! Just a few pages of what appears to be hand-penned sheet music, entitled "in full bloom." John, learn to capitalize.]

[tentacletrainer]

[[Her eyes quickly roam over the first page before she looks at the next few, and then back up at John.]]

...sheet music?

[ghostytrainer]

Mmmhmm! It sure is, isn't it?

[tentacletrainer]

To what song? I don't recognize it, nor the title. [[She kind of has an idea of what it might be, but...]]

[ghostytrainer]

I would hope you wouldn't. Because then I would have to ask you if you have been going through my stuff while I wasn't looking!

[tentacletrainer]

That didn't answer my question.

[ghostytrainer]

[SIGH. Come on now, Rose. You're a smart girl!]

I wrote it for you.

[tentacletrainer]

[[See, she figured that? But John why would you write her a song? That's what she can't believe...]]

...is it a piano piece? What am I saying of course it is...

[ghostytrainer]

Hehe, yeah, sorry. Unfortunately that's really all I know how to write. Hopefully that's not a problem though.

[tentacletrainer]

No, of course not. I just want to know who needs to play it so I can enjoy it. [[Finally she smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.]]

If...you know, there's a way to do that here.

[ghostytrainer]

[He grins at the kiss, oh so subtly tilting his head a little so that she reaches it faster.]

There's no way there's not a floor with a piano on it in a place this big.