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[warpstriking]

Who: Noctis and you
When: August 30th
Where: Yun'Ashia
What: It's someone's 21st birthday...
Warnings/Notes: Just a nerd, fisher, king trying to have a quiet cake day (and none of his closest friends letting that happen)

1. Just a Quiet Day...
2. Distraction of Flight (closed to Regis)
3. The Setup
4. Surprise Party!

Comments

[warpstriking]

Oh, I know. Still find it funny. [He taps his temple. You know, the whole 'black mages can see in the dark perfectly' thing. His eyes are even glowing! He raises an eyebrow as he sees the gears starting to turn. Oh dear, what has he unleashed?

...Also: too much info, dude. He didn't need to know that much about yours and Ravus' love life. Even in brackets. Especially since he managed to be out of the house a couple days due to flight schedules when a certain someone was working on that.]

Certainly beats a dais. [And you thought he was gonna let it go.]

[hashtagdaddy]

Careful, brat - I could always put a dais in the gazebo. [The chuckle and grin should tell Noct that Gladio's simply joking around with the nickname.

And that other project was for everyone's benefit, thankyouverymuch.]

But doing that would ruin the overall look, so no dais for you. [Gladio looks around at the people in attendance and starts thinking about the overall size and how the seats should be made. If a certain birthday boy wanted to give some input, it would be welcome.]

Just gotta figure out how to do the seating around the firepit. And how big to make that too... M'glad you've been making friends, Noct. Even if it complicates something as simple as a gazebo. [Another grin for another joke, because he really is proud of Noct for socializing and bringing together an interesting group of people.

It seems like their unconventional family keeps growing.]

[warpstriking]

That would be one crowded as hell gazebo. [He has to point that one out, rolling his eyes at the "nickname". Come on, man. He hasn't acted like a 'brat' in months. Cut him some slack.]

And here I was just starting to get fond of the idea. [He wasn't. At all. And the snark is likely just as obvious as the barn door. But, ask him again when he's not slightly buzzed; he might add some input to it. (Thanks, Ignis, for adding rum to the punch bowl.)

At the comment, he shrugs.] What can I say? Shiro's the one who bumped into me, and Castor was a neighbor who came to complain about the pre-dawn training sessions your dad tried to start.

[They ended up bonding! It was great.]