CUPCAKES CUPCAKES CUPCAKES

[chainedraven]

Who: Residents of House 53 plus anyone else who wants to show up
What: BIRTHDAY PARTY
When: The afternoon of Sunday, November 13
Where: House 53
Summary: It's isntyourfriend's birthday! Come wish him a happy day, or at least get some cake.
Rating: G unless Elliot gets really upset about the party

The surprise party for Elliot's birthday was probably one of the worst-kept secrets in the household, especially given how much cooking Gilbert had to do to prepare for it, but he'd done his best not to let Elliot know what was going on. And now the day has arrived, and the whole household has been invited, along with any of Elliot's friends. Does Elliot have any friends

The house is open to any and all guests, and there's plenty of food, tea, and cake for everyone. Come in and mingle and say hi to the birthday boy! He won't really hurt you. Promise.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Have you eaten yet?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

...I've tried some things.

[And he had to work hard keeping you out of the house since morning. Of course he's eaten, stupid, do you think he'd starve himself?]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Yes.]

I'm going to eat now. [And he turns to do that, heading over toward where the food is.] I've already talked to everyone.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[...is he supposed to follow you, Elliot? He'll murmur an "Okay" but if there's nothing that indicates that he's supposed to follow you, he'll just. Stay here.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Have fun, Leo! Elliot will be getting himself some food, and after he does, he'll go and find himself a place to sit down. He doesn't make any gestures for the boy to follow him, though.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Go be sociable, Elliot. Because your servant won't disturb you for the rest of the afternoon— it's probably when everyone is done for the evening and the rest of the house has retired upstairs that he'll approach him.

If he's upstairs in his (newer) room, he'll get that knock on the door.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot's not doing anything right now, except maybe preparing to sleep. He'll answer without a fuss.]

It's open.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Sticking his head in...]

Are you going to sleep already?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

No. [He shakes his head.] I was just going to lie down.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[That's almost the same thing.

He comes in anyway, but makes no move to go any further than the center of the room. He isn't going to be staying long here— or so he hopes.]

There's something I want to show you.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

What?

[Though, considering where he stops in the room, he can probably guess that whatever it is isn't here.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

It's a surprise. It's downstairs; will you come?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He holds back a sigh, nodding at his question as he stands up from his bed.]

Yeah. Let's go.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He nods wordlessly and leads the way out. Best not to say so much at the moment; if it's to be a surprise, he doesn't want to ruin it.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[And Elliot follows him. He's in a fairly pleasant mood so he's not in any rush, but this had better be good if he's not going to explain.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Of course this is good, he doesn't go upstairs and call people out when he can be spending quality time with his beautiful books in his room.

But whenever they get to the bottom of the stairs, he'll tug him towards the piano by his sleeve. It's dark, but he knows his way around. Come on.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot continues to follow, trusting that his servant isn't going to lead the two of them into a wall. What is it you want to show him? It's too dark in here.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[The good thing about having lived in semi-darkness for most of your life: You get used to navigating your way in the dark. That's why he'll stop at one point and pull at Elliot's sleeve again so he doesn't walk into the— table.

Elliot should at least be able to feel the chair leg.]

Sit down here.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He does feel it, and it makes him all the more wary.]

Why?

[He'd better not be doing what he'd tried to do last time.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

It's part of the surprise. And I'd rather that you don't trip over everything else.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[This time, Elliot sighs audibly, but he reaches a hand out to feel for the chair and then sit down.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[There's a reason for this, really! ...part of it's because he needs to let go of Elliot to switch on the lights.

...yes, and whenever your eyes are accustomed to the lights, you'll notice that you're seated in front of the piano, Elliot.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot stubbornly crosses his arms. He is not going to touch that piano.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[That's fine, Leo's just going to come back and headtilt.]

Move over.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Naturally, it's much easier to see with the lights on, so he'll move over just like the other boy asks.]