Birthdays on Christmas Eve are cool too

[cherishedmiracle]

Who: Nagisa, Fuuko, Kotomi, AND ALL THEIR CR~! (And CR's CR if necessary ahaha)
What: Nagisa's birthday party!
When: Evening of the 24th
Where: CH3, room 12
Summary: It just so happens that Christmas Eve is Nagisa's birthday, so as mentioned in her previous journal entry, she's having a birthday party! All CR of hers, Kotomi's, and Fuuko's are welcome. How everyone's going to fit (especially with Daisy and Beast there), I have no idea. But details, details.
Rating: PG unless someone calls Spada 'Young Master'

[The apartment isn't decorated completely, really. There are just a few balloons and Christmas-related things here and there, but that's pretty much it. Not that Nagisa minds; pretty sure she prefers it that way! There's loads of food sitting on a table, some brought by guests and others cooked by Kotomi or Fuuko, which of course means that there's a starfish cake! Because of course Fuuko had to bake a starfish cake. For a heads up though, it actually does taste rather good and it did not explode in the oven like last time. So no shotacats need to help with cleaning. Then of course there are dangos everywhere, because it wouldn't be a party for Nagisa without dangos.

Anyway. If guests happened to bring gifts, there's a spot in the corner for that too I guess.]

Comments

[generalflirt]

small>[HOLY SHIT

He leaps back now and despite his weakness he tries to scurry away from Beast as fast as he can, which involves tripping over himself and falling on his back... which may or may not have bent a wing funny. Ow]

[tailasoldastime]

[Oh now he reacts, that's useful.] Wait, careful with those!

[Hurrying over to help him up, because this boy obviously can't look out for himself right now.] I'm just trying to help!

[generalflirt]

What the- you- what?! You're like- [HOLY SHIT IS THIS GUY GOING TO EAT HIM?! Scooting back... more. Trying to anyway. his bruised wing hurts a bit]

[tailasoldastime]

Quiet! [Trying to get a look at his wing, since he obviously hurt it, but that's proving difficult right now.] Hold still!

[generalflirt]

[WAAAAAAAH okay just. curling up inot a little ball sob. his wing, as usual, is actually under his shirt. habit. Florescent pink and dainty and all]

[tailasoldastime]

[Why is it under his shirt? Sure, he keeps his under his cape, but he has enough trouble fitting into his shirts without worrying about those stupid things.

Uh... well, removing his shirt would be awkward. They're both among all these other people. Um. Maybe talking would help?]

... H-how... much does it hurt? [If asking was a good thing... would he answer and stop freaking out?]

[generalflirt]

[...Um. What- oh. Wing. He pauses and tries to move them under the shirt and]

...Uh. It's okay.

[tailasoldastime]

[...]

... Are you sure? [You were just struggling to move because of your wing and now it's "okay"? Are you just trying to get rid of him?]

[generalflirt]

[To be fair, he also has a roaring fever. Hence his collapse. But. He smiles, and gives a thumbs up!!]

[tailasoldastime]

[... What is he doing with his thumb? He seems to be trying to convince him, but he's still confused...]

... Why did you fall over before?

[generalflirt]

Ah, well that...

[His faceh is flushed. He's running a huge fever. And he feels weak. But how to- HOYL SHIT THIS IS AN ANIMAL IN A CAPE - off...]

[tailasoldastime]

[Grrrr, he's not making this very easy. It's just strange - how many people come to a party and then fall over?]

... Well?

[generalflirt]

...Who are you, anyway?

[And why are you at a cute girl's party...]

[tailasoldastime]

[...]

... I'm a... Beast...

[generalflirt]

...Clearly!

[WHAT WHAT WHAT EVEN]

[tailasoldastime]

Clearly?! [Oh no, you did not just go there.]

[generalflirt]

Clearly!!

[tailasoldastime]

So because I'm clearly a Beast, that means you will throw questions at me and not answer mine?!

[generalflirt]

What are you even talking about?!

[UGH his head hurts. Just going to. flop back onto the ground now]

[tailasoldastime]

I was just asking you why you fell ov-

[Oh. He... just did it again.

... Alright, whether he does that thumb thing again or not, Beast knows there's something wrong. And that can't be comfortable, so he's going to- wait, what if he yells again? Ugh.]

... Alright, I'm going to move you to that... [Looking, looking...] ... sofa. ... It's to help.