Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you

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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

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel folds one hand across his abdomen and looks as though he's attempting to assess the current state of his blood sugar or something, then looks at Roxas.] I dunno, sometimes my metabolism runs away with me; I'm feeling a little woozy. I skipped breakfast so I could sleep in...

[And then he laughs so Roxas doesn't get the idea he's actually being serious. While it's true he skipped breakfast, he's not actually going to pass out or anything. That would be lame. He does nab a chair, though, and plunks down backwards in it, folding his arms across the back and peering at Roxas.]

So how's it feel to be a real-live grownup? [Well. In a manner of speaking. It's still weird to think he's only like... two. Or three. Or however long he's actually been here--he's definitely not actually seventeen and that still kind of blows Axel's mind. The process of becoming a Nobody isn't really an exact science anyway, but Roxas's situation had always sort of left him scratching his head.

[Oh well. Roxas may lack a more orthodox history, but he's no poorer for it, in Axel's opinion. Who needs to dwell on a missing past when there's a whole future to plan for, right?]

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It's weird. [He chuckles and shakes his head.] If it counts, anyway. I'm seventeen...or I'm three. I mean, the first fourteen years weren't really mine.

[Or they had been, but no longer were.]

But I don't feel like a toddler, so seventeen's okay. That means I'm allowed to do all the grown-up stuff in this city. Scary, huh?

[got_it_memorized]

[ooc: sorry i totally dropped the ball on this thread--did you still want to have the conversation? i'm game for backtagging. lemme know!]

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[ooc: It's probably best to move on since there's a lot going on in the current timeline. Let's say they had excellent cake before the talk. ♥ ]