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[ open ] birthday time!

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!

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[ choso turns around just in time to see Toji pick up his cake and walk away with it. after the long moments it had taken him to cut out a slice of the perfect size, dimension, and amount of frosting (not too much, not too little), it's virtually the perfect slice. (in choso's humble, strange opinion.) ]

Oi!

[ dat mine, his stance says. ]

_{[ sorry bud he's ruining that perfect slice by cutting his fork into it and taking a bite. He hears Choso, he really does, but he's ignoring him as he continues to walk off.

smell ya later .... (?) gonna take more than just yelling at him to stop him, pal .. ]}

[ his sLICE

so flustered, so indignant is he that choso bursts out with ]

Lighthouse!

_{[ That causes Toji to stop, but he can't help but smile, turning around with a little bit of cake hanging on the corner of his lips. Toji's thumb lifts, brushing the residue away before regarding Choso with some odd fondness. Nasty. ]}

Didn't know you wanted to elevate our relationship to exhibitionism.

_{[ Given their location, he adds on: ]}

Probably not best here. There's kids around.

I want my cake—

[ ah wait. ]

[ his eyes are doing the creepy light-up thing again. he’s Googling™️ ]

Oh. I see.

No. Probably not. There is food present.

Give me the cake, Fushiguro Toji.

[ but his ears are a bright red now, and there is an extra furrow to his brows that’s matched by a little curl of pout in his scowl, but that’s no one’s business here but Toji’s.

he holds out an expectant and very brave hand. ]

_{[ they are two grown adults (well, sorta) but here Toji is acting like a kid and opening his mouth after he’s chewed up some cake. He then swallows. ]}

Come and get it, then.

_{[ Y’ALL, don’t fight and/or make out in the middle of the arcade pls!! ]}

[ the nerve ]

[ dont do it in the middle of the aRCADE ]

[ with a truly herculean effort, choso reels himself back from both violence and [REDACTED] enough that his nose wrinkles right the fuck up, the oozing blood from his mark beading up in the formed ridges. ]

Gross!

[ it does not, however, stop choso from advancing and making a supremely confident grab at the remaining cake. just a whole-ass palm-open grab at. ]

_{[ He’s just going to let Choso fill in grab it (the cake… nothing more, nothing less) with a small chuckle. He has no interest in teasing him in a way that takes too much effort, but now that perfectly cut slice is probably further ruined, right? ]}

I’m not the one whose face is bleeding. That’s gross.

_{[ keep the degrading to the bedroom, Toji. ]}

You’d eat it off the floor, wouldn’t you?

Edited (more degrading ) 2024-04-26 22:24 (UTC)

[ the slice never stood a chance. it yields under choso’s grip like a perfect sponge, fluffy and light as a cloud and about as sturdy as one; as his grip tightens into a fist, the strawberries layered into the shortcake spurt out between his fingers, followed by the slower drip of delicate cream like the ponderous march of magma.

the colour overtakes his whole face. ]

I— you—!

[ listen to him sputter, Toji, hands clenching and unclenching like he’s still in review on what exactly to do with them now that murder isn’t allowed to be on the table. cake bits rain to the floor in spongey confetti chunks.

he has never been so [REDACTED] in his life. ]

It’s unclean! I would not!

[ nuh uh, yuh huh, et al. ]

_{[ apparently, these two idiots can’t get out of their roles and in a public area of all places..

The poor cake is demolished, crushed, devoured.. after Choso has taken so much care into cutting it into a perfect piece. It’s such an amusing display, Toji can’t help but walk up to him a little closer and put his arm around him. Pals. [REDACTED]buddies. His voice lowers even further as he seems to be.. leading Choso in another direction. ]}

Eating it with your bare hands just now.. like a wild animal. Do you even know how to act in public?

[ right now would be a great time to do something else, like wipe the cake mash from his hand and mouth, or get another cake, or do anything that isn't staring up at Toji with an expression that isn't sure if it wants to be angry or embarrassed or just agog.

luckily for him, Toji is kind enough to lead him away from the scene of the crime. (all the cake bits on the floor. all of it) ]

What do you know of acting in public, hah? If I'm the animal, what does that make you?

I know how to be more civilized than you. You don't see me eating cake with my bare hands.

_{[ He's walking, and walking, going through a door and stepping out into the street. ]}

Guess that means I'm something above you. Something smarter than you. A trainer, maybe? Or a master.

_{[ Once they're in a designated smoking area, that's when he slides his arm off of Choso and leans back against one of the building walls, looking him over. ]}

Maybe you're smarter than I give you credit for, though. What do you think?

You don't see me stealing cake from innocent bystanders.

[ it isn't until they step outside that choso realizes how heavy the lights had been, the noise, the chatter the murmur the buzz the smell the sights the sheer annoyance of all that cake and only half a fistful made it into him in the first place. outside, he takes in the street, the road yawning each way, attention cast out like a net as far as his eye can see before Toji speaks again, demanding he reel enough of him back in to keep proper mind. ]

Smarter than? Don't underestimate me, you.

[ with all this damn mess on his fingers, choso can't clam up and cross his arms like he's wont to do, so his hands flex unconsciously when he considers the terms Toji bandies about as they walk, picks them up and weighs them like stones in a riverbed. trainer for an animal, or a master for,

for ]

I think there is much still to learn.

[ heat in his face, colour in his ears, a furrow to the brow. but his back is straight, shoulders broad set, his gaze straightforward and frank as he meets Toji's own. ]

But first, I think you should clean up your messes.

[ a cake-y hand lifts, with the same air of a monarch offering a bejeweled ring finger. (a piece of strawberry and cream does linger on his knuckles in similar fashion) ]

_{[ Slowly, Toji's gaze travels from Choso's dead looking fish eyes to the hand motion, the icing on his fingers, followed by a command ... and ... ]}

_{[ ... barks some loud, clear laughter. It sounds genuine, it does, because all of this is just so ridiculous to him. Choso is ridiculous. ]}

You're not dirty enough for me to clean you up. Clean it up yourself. Lick it off like the creature that you are.

_{[ With that, Toji reaches into his pockets and, yes, it looks like he is lighting up a cigarette. He's not a big smoker, but it was something fun and numbing to do every now and then. He definitely had his share of them when Shiu was around.

As he speaks, the cigarette bobs between his lips. ]}

The only thing I'll ever clean off of you is blood, sweat and semen.

[ it surprises him, Toji’s laughter. it kicks the legs out from under choso’s annoyance, snuffs whatever sparks of anger or irritation may have flickered to life.

it is the realest thing he has heard come out of this man since they began to spend time together, and for a moment he can’t look anywhere else. choso, absurd, ridiculous creature choso, he watches Toji light up like he’s never seen the like before, eyes fixed on the poetry of fingers and filters and the pad of a thumb flicking the lighter to life.

it sounds loud to his own ears when he sucks in a breath. shakes himself out.

pay attention, choso, there’s cake to take care of. ]

Those are even dirtier than sponge cake. Your definition of ‘dirty’ is upside down.

[ with a snort, he draws his hand back in, finally looking away from the cigarette between Toji’s lips to bend his head and clean his own damn cake away. (he laps at it, careful little licks like some fastidious little animal, wrist turning to accommodate as his tongue flicks between iced-up fingers) ]

Sounds like a trainer, only bothering with the filth. A lazy, thieving trainer.

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