Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you

[pullsheavendown]

Who: Ventus and Roxas and their friends and MAYBE YOU!
When: Saturday, March 24, all afternoon
Where: The House of Repression Departure, aka Ven, Terra and Aqua's place
Summary: The twins are turning 17! Their close friends and pretty much anyone who's got positive CR with one or both is invited to stop into their open house birthday party. Nothing too structure, gifts aren't required—just come have some cake and good times. Open log, thread away however you like.

It's a little past Ventus' birthday and a little before Roxas', but as far as those not in the know are concerned, they're all-natural twins who are turning 17 today.

And what a nice day it is! Good weather outside, colorful balloons and good cheer inside, and most importantly—cake. Lots of cake. Because each bro gets one, and that means more for guests.

Won't you come celebrate with them?

Comments

Roxas, open to anyone who wants to chitchat

[pullsheavendown]

[Birthdays. Huh. He still hasn't had very many, but Roxas thinks he's getting the hang of them. And hey, cake. That's never a bad thing.]

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[motioned]

[Well, what kind of friend would she be if she didn't congratulate him?]

Happy birthday!

[And, yep, he's getting a hug right about now.]

8D

[pullsheavendown]

[OOF. Ahiru. Even Nobodies need to breathe.]

Ha ha...thanks, Ahiru. [Huggin' right back.]

Ventus | Also open for chatting :3

[feverpitching]

[Time for mingling with the guests. Because it's not everyday you have an awesome 17th birthday party.]

[mirroredmemory]

[Consider yourself kitted out in an embarrassing party hat, birthday boy.]

Is the cake okay?

[mirroredmemory]

[Do not think you get away without a silly hat too, boyfriend.

Except she's going to use underhanded tactics to get one on you. Surprise hug from behind!]

Shut your eyes.

[unluckyinlove]

[Is that a set of hands over your eyes from behind you? Guess who!]

[pullsheavendown]

[OH NOES. HANDS.]

Hi, Jinx.

[He doesn't make a move to push her away or pull free, mind you.]

[unluckyinlove]

Cheater.

[It has absolutely nothing to do with her having gray skin and claws. Not at all. She drops her hands from his eyes with a groan and drapes her arms over his shoulders.]

You were fun before you got old.

[pullsheavendown]

[More like he only has a few friends who would do that, and not all of htem are here yet.]

Well, if it helps, I'm technically only three.

[He grins and gives her a small hug.]

[unluckyinlove]

[She gives him a bigger hug in return, practically hanging off of him.]

If you're only three, then you probably don't want your present.

[pullsheavendown]

[Nothing he's not used to.]

You didn't have to get me anything.

[Which is not the same as saying he doesn't want it.]

[unluckyinlove]

Oh.

[She lets go of him and shrugs casually.]

Well, if that's the case...

[pullsheavendown]

[Not so fast, missy]

But since you did anyway...

[unluckyinlove]

[Yep. That's what she thought. Chuckling, she comes back to him and toys with the front of his shirt.]

Do you know what a bar crawl is?

[pullsheavendown]

[He thinks about it for a second.]

Not really. Joe probably would.

[unluckyinlove]

[She feels her hands over his chest, up to his collarbones, then she grabs his shoulders. That look is nothing but danger.]

Bottom line: I'm getting you wasted.

[pullsheavendown]

[RED ALERT RED ALERT]

Ohhhh no. I've been drunk before and it wasn't any fun.

[unluckyinlove]

That's because you weren't drunk with your big sister.

[She takes a step back from him to pull something out of her sleeve. It's a plastic rectangle, which she proceeds to wave in front of his face slowly. Like a taunt.]

Made you a fake ID and everything. Your name is now Roxas J McCartney and you officially turned 18 today.

[pullsheavendown]

[Best hat]

It looks great. I don't want to eat it yet, though. Everyone should get to see it.

[pullsheavendown]

I'm turning 17, I could drink anyway if I had a real ID...

[He does take it and check it out, though.]

Wow. Good job.

NOT A BABY ANYMORE ;A;

[rainprism]

Ven!

[Look who's got punch for the (sniffle) birthday boy.]

[mirroredmemory]

[Yes. Yes it is.]

Well it's your party! You get to decide when everyone gets cake.

[Want a hug to go with the hat, bff?]

[pullsheavendown]

[Hug hug]

You know, I don't feel much older.

[unluckyinlove]

You're turning three.

[Oh, she just eats up that praise.]

Of course I did a good job. I'm me.