[ open ] birthday time!

[picky]

WHO: Marcille, Ryoji, and YOU!
WHAT: A party for the April (and May) birthdays!
WHERE: LILICO Game Center in Akihabara
WHEN: April 20th
WARNINGS: TBA

No matter who you are, you receive a text early in the morning from Ryoji (memors):

Good morning! Did you know it's a special someone's birthday today? Actually, we have several birthdays to celebrate, so join us today at the LILICO Game Center! There will be cake! Lots and *lots* of cake. Hope to see you there!

This is an open log, so feel free to tag out or top level or respond to the prompts below. Have fun!

Comments

[rikugan]

[ he just came for the cakes, so after helping himself to two slices, gojo's just gonna float cross-legged in the air near the refreshment table.

nothing like strawberry shortcake and devil's food to lift the spirits. does he know who any of the birthday girls/boys are? not really, but considering it was an open invite, it shouldn't matter what reason he has for being here. right?

anyway, feel free to ignore him. he's just munching away and enjoying his dessert — very possibly upside down and gliding past overhead.

oh, but if you don't want your slice, don't mind if he reaches down and takes it off your hands~ ]

[wheft]

[ man wtf, she was still deciding on whether she should indulge herself, dammit. she blinks at the yoinked cake, and turns to glare at the yoinker responsible. ]

Still mad I didn't get you ice cream last time, aren't you.

[ that's totally the reason. ]

[rikugan]

[ sry but not sry he's already eating it. ]

Why would I be mad about that? You don't have to get me anything you don't want to.

[wheft]

[ NOT HER CAKE 😭 ]

I mean I did ask you for flavor recs. I was kind of hoping you'd be seething with envy.

[ jk...... maybe. ]

[rikugan]

[ it ain't her cake anymore~ ]

Haha. You aren't the only one who can buy me ice cream, y'know?

[wheft]

Hm? Who else is there?

[rikugan]

Why would I tell you?

[ does he look like a fool to you? ]

[cranekin]

(He starts to take his slice of strawberry shortcake... and Tsurumaru simply lets Gojo take it, though, he manages to swiftly take the single strawberry from the top, picking it and popping it into his mouth. Isn't that the best part of the cake, too,)

You could have asked.

[rikugan]

[ he lowers down slightly to meet him eye-to-eye upside down as he shovels a forkful of cake into his mouth. ]

You could've stopped me.

[cranekin]

Did you want cake or a reaction?

(As a certified menace himself... he knows everything is just done for a reaction.)

[rikugan]

Cake.

[ he waggles the fork at him. ]

But the reaction's a nice bonus. [ he has nothing to hide; he's an open book. ]

[cranekin]

(He'll take that fork, thank you because clearly he was offering it, right? He'll also go ahead and help himself to another slice of cake now.)

Thank you.

(For the fork. He needed this to eat.)

You have quite the sweet tooth, don't you?

[rikugan]

[ he already ate with that, fork stealer. ]

I could say the same for you. [ he's going to take that next slice too since he took his fork. it's only fair. it is not fair ]

[memors]

[ Ryoji is still currently Man Solving World's Hardest Riddle deciding on a birthday date and has left his cake neglected on the table next to him, ripe for the taking. Only belated when Gojo takes it— ]

Okay, just put it back when you're done.

[ ...hol up. ]

...Wait. There's plenty of cake to go around!!

[rikugan]

[ oop he already took a bite~ ]

You should help yourself then. [ instead of filling out that silly survey. ]

[memors]

Iiiii was just about to?

[ Why did he say it like a question... ]

I wanted to finish this for Marcille-san first.

[rikugan]

Oh. [ he glances down at the survey from where he hovers. ] What's the survey for?

[ and where did he hear the name marcille before? ]

[memors]

A birthday calendar for Outsiders. Want me to put yours down?

[ Hey, it buys him a few extra moments to avoid filling it out himself! ]

I'm not sure how we'll wind up using it, but if nothing else, it could lead to more cake.

[rikugan]

No. [ zero hesitation. ]

I'm more interested in what you are. [ he couldn't ignore the energy emanating from him even if he wanted to — which, of course, he doesn't. why else would he pick his cake to steal? ] You're different from a cursed spirit, so what are you?

[gimu]

[ this time, choso is halfway through the motions of taking his first bite of his second slice of carefully-chosen cake (strawberry shortcake, soft and spongy with a delightful aroma of real berries and heavy cream made cloudlike and perfect) when the hand of a cruel god descends from above and whips the plate out of his careful grip.

with the laden fork frozen halfway to his mouth, choso looks Up, his nose wrinkling with the ineffable emotion that swells up in him at the sight of this floating mushroom. ]

You could at least do me the displeasure of demanding it first.

[rikugan]

[ a fetus shouldn't be eating so many sweets, so he's actually doing oniichan a favor here.

reaching down to pluck away his fork as well, gojo shoves the uneaten piece into his mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully. he hovers upside down in front of him, an unwavering smile on his face. ] Why would I do that when I can just take it from you? [ he's incorrigible. ]

[gimu]

You have hands.

[ that are busy. taking things from choso's hands. god damn it there it goes.

annoyance at full tank, choso reaches out in a brave attempt to yank at gojo's dangling upside-downy bangs. ]

[rikugan]

I sure do~

[ ooh, what a bold move! but will he actually succeed?






it looks like he does. choso has been granted access. does he dare pull those white strands though?

well...? he's waiting. ]

[gimu]

[ mama did not, in fact, warn choso about guys like Gojo, so he thinks nothing of it beyond a mild surprise that he could feel something to start with, doesn’t wonder why now when he takes the opportunity to give those bangs a neat tug, like the pulling of a bell rope. ]

Go get your own.

[rikugan]

[ a low chuckle emits forth. he actually did it. good for him.

his hand shoots out towards him without warning — only to stop abruptly an inch away from his face as he gives him a hard flick on the forehead. ] No.