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Characters: Lord Grumpypants, Diarmuid, Diarmuid's idiot brothers, the extended family, and open to their CR and anyone that just wants to drop by.
Setting: Floor 81
Format: Party style, whichever format you prefer
Summary: ~~When two busybodies start plotting, all hell breaks loose.~~ "Waver's Anniversary" (or more informally known as Waver and Diarmuid's wedding party.) It's just a party. Nothing to see here. That cake is white just by... accident... and decorated to match the rings... yeeeeeeep... complete accident.
Warnings: Someone may decide to drown a couple people... who knows.

[In case someone is observant enough to notice, Waver and Diarmuid have been wearing matching rings... and under the disguise of a convenient excuse, that being Waver's one year anniversary in the Tower, Lancer and Reno have thrown a party to celebrate.

Keeping the relationship a perfect secret, of course. It's just a party. Good times, shooting the breeze, card games. Unfortunately, there's no booze. The lounge has been set up with a buffet with food from the Floor Sixty Kitchen, and there's a cake.

The cake happens to be white, and decorated. And that celtic knot decoration may just be matching the rings. Complete accident, of course.]

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[Reno's eye is twitching.]

What's that supposed to mean?

You never noticed those red marks on the back of his hand?

[Diarmuid motions to the back of his own right hand.]

Three absolute commands. All he has to do is use one to tell me to let him kill you all and I won't be able to do anything to stop him.

[He looks way too amused all the sudden.]

Or, I suppose if he's feeling lazy he could just order me to do it for him...

I've been getting that a lot from Waver already, I don't need it from you either.

[Reno's very not amused and in fact, he's looking a little disgruntled.]

Excuse me for tryin' to make things a little less utterly fucked around here. Beginning to think it's all a bad idea.

Hey...

[Diarmuid's expression saddens and he moves to drop an arm around the red head's shoulders.]

I'm not lying about the command spells and what they do, but he wouldn't use them like that and even if he did, I would fight them as much as I could. This is suppose to be fun, isn't it? Give us both some time to get the embarrassment out of our systems. Him especially. He doesn't know how to show how he really feels about this kind of thing...

Yeah? I'm going to get the kids to be cute at him if he doesn't lighten up.

[Nope. Still disgruntled cat Reno.]

And what do I do to get you to lighten up again?

[A bit of his grin returns.]

Has Waver ever told you what a good tickler I am?

...You wouldn't.

I wouldn't what? Tickle him or...

[He winks at Reno.]

...tickle you?

[Reno's face goes instantly red. Have you ever seen a redfaced fox before, Diarmuid?]

Uh- uh... uh... I... got to go...

[He does not want to be tickled. In fact, he may be running off to hide.]

[Diarmuid sighs and shakes his head, calling out after the fleeing red head.]

I am just teasing. You don't have to go hide...