jealousy, turning saints into the sea

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

Who: bullet_dance and black_onslaught
What: It's Ragna's birthday!?
When: March 3rd; afternoon.
Where: The fountain, I guess.
Summary: Making up!? Ragna and Noel grow up a little!
Rating: G or PG


[It's been about a day or so now after the draft, and Noel's been taking her time to settle back into her normal schedule... or rather, what she's trying to grow accustomed to since staying at House 48. How long has it been now? A week? She may be overstaying her welcome, she thinks, so it may be time to leave soon. But where does Noel go?

... Probably back to what she was doing right before Tsubaki offered her a place to stay. Well. That's... mostly fine. Maybe Noel can just settle in one place. Anyhow, she's out and about walking Sol. The weather's progressively getting warmer, thankfully, so it seemed like a good idea for Noel to take him out. It's not like she's been able to spend time with him since the draft.

But she'll probably return to the house in a while. For now, she'll let Sol lead the way. who's walking who?

...]

Comments

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

Yeah, why not? Couldn't hurt to see how it goes. [You are referred to Ragna's previous opinion on the matter.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[...]

Great! I'll let him know about it as soon as I can, then.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

Go nuts. [That was awfully enthusiastic for a tea party hosted by a skeleton, Noel.

... And moments later, they are back where they started. Which is right next to the fallen ice cream cone, which catches Ragna's attention. Yes, he's staring at a fallen ice cream cone that he lost awhile ago. What a waste.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[Noel has to hold Sol back again so he doesn't start eating the cone and melted cream. Bad, Sol. She notices the longing stare he gives it, making her a bit curious.]

...you know, I didn't think you'd eat that sort of stuff.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs. No use in crying over spilled... ice cream.] I don't. I just figured I deserved a little treat today.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[No, Ragna. It's just cream now.]

Huh? Why?

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[Why? Ah, she doesn't know. No big deal.] No real reason.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[...]

Are you sure? It feels like... I'm forgetting something.

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

I'm positive, don't worry about it. [Don't starting prying on him. He's content with how things are now, even though it'd be nice to get a happy birthday or something from her.]

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[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[But, but-- now she knows there's something she's missing here!

Thinking, thinking... come on, Noel, you aren't that slow.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

...

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

Ehhhhhhh!?!

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[HOW DID SHE

WHY DID SHE FORGET]

R-Ragna! It's your birthday today, isn't it!?

[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it is. So what? [No need to get so worked up over it. It's not that big of a deal, at least compared to what else happened today.]

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[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

"So what"? You should have just said something in the first place! S-So...

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

Um... [Composure. Composure.]

...h-happy birthday, Ragna.

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[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[This face.]

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[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[Which quickly turns into this face, with an added chuckle.] ... Thanks, Noel.