Happy Birthday, Ryoji

[puppy_lancer]

Characters: You know the drill. Lancer puppy_lancer, Ryoji notsogrimreaper, the people they invited between the two of them, and everybody else who just happens to stumble into the party.
Setting: Floor 25, November 17, morning-evening
Format: Open, anything goes
Summary: It's Ryoji's birthday, so Lancer is throwing him a big party. Anyone is welcome in! (And nobody is gonna kick out those who aren't so welcome)
Warnings: None for now

[It's been a long time since Lancer had thrown any parties. Therefore, he's making this bigger and grander than the last two parties he's thrown. It's a good way for him to distract himself from all the emotional turmoil that had popped up during the battle with Sephiroth, if anything.]

[There's two tables laden with food over at one side of the floor. The centerpiece for that is a big double-tier cake with "HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYOJI" written over the side of the bottom layer. The top layer is little more than a glorified candle holder, as several handfuls of candles have been jammed all over that second layer.]

[Over on the other side, there was a variety of party games. They're all old favorites like pin the tail on the piggy (pinning spiraling paper tails onto a "pig" with Ganon's face), apple bobbing (various fruits in a water-filled wooden barrel), and everyone's favorite--the pinata (a scarecrow with a berry-filled paper mache head supposed to represent Jason).]

[In the center of the floor, there is a stage nailed together from wooden boards. A ways behind that, a pile of wood stacks into a bonfire pyre. A turnip lantern leers at the party goers from one corner of the stage.]

[For decorations, there are black feathers and crude little paper doll cutouts resembling angels scattered around on the ground or in the corners of the dining tables. There are also a few more turnip lanterns.]

[And of course, Lancer, like a good host, stands on the stage, dressed like a hobby horse, waiting for people to show up. He's feeling pretty relaxed, if only because the major unwanted guest, Sephiroth, was locked up and in no danger of crashing this party.]

Comments

[fionnuisce]

That's...

[Waver brought his other hand to cover his mouth and try to hide the fact that he was smiling.]

..actually I can't say what that is for fear of essentially tossing my reputation off wherever the roof of this place actually is.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid frowns, a soft whine slipping from his mouth.]

Please tell me you are going to say 'cute' and not anything else. If you just about called me 'adorable' I am going to die of embarrassment right now.

[fionnuisce]

I wasn't going to say anything.

[Smirking, Waver glanced around to make sure no one was looking before turning back to give Diarmuid a light kiss on his forehead.]

Certainly, I wouldn't dream of saying anything of the sort.

[oathshackledbird]

Good. I really don't--

[Diarmuid's words trail off when Waver kisses him. In response to the kiss, his tail starts wagging so hard it almost pulls itself out of his hands.]

Oh, for the love of... How do I control this stupid thing? It needs an off switch!

[fionnuisce]

I always wanted a dog, you know. Should I start looking for a collar?

[His tone was lightly teasing as he decided to scratch Diarmuid's newly gained ears, Waver clearly having far too much fun with all this.]

[oathshackledbird]

[The ear scratchings cause Diarmuid's tail to wag so hard that it pulls itself free from his hands. He makes a soft sound of dismay and sighs, giving up on controlling the tail and turning his attention back to Waver. He then smirks slightly.]

I am already bound to you heart and soul. I need no collar for that, but if you really wish to get one...

[fionnuisce]

I was only joking. I know quite well we don't actually need one. Actually, I just wanted to see your reaction.

[oathshackledbird]

Oh, are you now?

[Diarmuid raises a curious eyebrow at Waver.]

I had no idea you spent so much time wondering how I would react to the idea of being collared.

[fionnuisce]

Wh--I don't, thanks!

[oathshackledbird]

Just for the record. As long as it's you, I don't mind at al.

[Diarmuid winks mischievously at Waver.]

Now who's looking for a reaction I wonder...

[fionnuisce]

You...! Y-you can't just--!

[u ok waver]

[oathshackledbird]

I can't what?

[His ears twitch mischievously, tail wagging.]

What has got you so flustered, Mo Stór?

[fionnuisce]

You can't just say things like that!

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid's tail seems to wag harder, though at this point it's kind of hard to know how that's possible.]

I am pretty sure I just did...

[fionnuisce]

Well, knock it off! And that blasted tail's going to go flying off, you know!

[oathshackledbird]

Huh?

[A confused look crosses Diarmuid's face as he looks down at the tail. When he sees how hard it is wagging, he lets out a dismayed sound.]

Oh for...

[Several curses are muttered under his breath in Ancient Gaelic as he fights to catch a hold of his tail and still it again.]

How am I suppose to control this thing?

[fionnuisce]

How the hell should I know? I'm an alchemist, not some kind of biologist.

[oathshackledbird]

You're a magus, though.

[Diarmuid shakes the tail.]

Cast a stillness spell on it or something!

[fionnuisce]

I don't know any magecraft remotely like that!

[oathshackledbird]

Can't you learn something?

[Diarmuid looks hopeless for a moment, before he suddenly brightens.]

Alchemy! Surely you know some alchemy that will help then!

[fionnuisce]

Unless you want me to bloody sedate you, I can't stop a tail wagging with alchemy!

[oathshackledbird]

[A curious look enters his eyes. It's a sign of how desperate he is to do something about his tail that he is even considering this.]

Can you sedate the tail without sedating me too?

[fionnuisce]

Of course I can't.

[8|]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid whimpers, head dropping into his hands. Both his ears and tail noticeably droop.]

How am I going to survive this? This is torture!

[Which of course, is exactly what the fairies would want so...]

[fionnuisce]

It's not that bad. At least you're not injured, right?