[ 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

[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.

1/2

[gimu]

[ for one beautiful, horrible moment, choso wonders if this is how he dies: cakeless, in the middle of an arcade during everyone's birthday party, face eaten by-- by what? a blue-eyed monster with cake fingers.





honestly with that flick, choso almost wishes it had been the face-eating instead. ]

[gimu]

[ a hand claps over his forehead ]

Go play, you--!! [ OW ]

[rikugan]

[ kekeke

he's just gonna right himself now, his feet touching the floor once more. ]

Is that an invitation, oniichan~?

[gimu]

Nooooough.

[rikugan]

[ he bursts into raucous laughter at his response. the cursed fetus has yet to fail in amusing him.

but since they aren't alone today, gojo will let him off today. he's still lolololing as he walks away with the slice of cake though. ]