Our babies are growing up so fast...

[i_am_not_cute]

Who: Pao-Lin (i_am_not_cute), Link (blessedbyfarore), their CR, and anyone who wants to crash a bitchingly green birthday bash.
What: A delayed joint birthday party for Pao-Lin (April 4th) and Link (April 5th).
When: Friday the 13th. Yes, make all the jokes about bad luck and horror movies and blah dee blah fiffersnaffle.
Where: Rec Center.
Summary: Pao-Lin's turning sweet sixteen and Link's no longer a teenager. This is apparently a reason to celebrate or something.
Rating: PG. :|

So, hey, the Rec Center's looking rather festive today, ain't it? There's balloons and streamers and banners and party hats and games and food all around the place, what fun! The party's technically meant to celebrate Pao-Lin's and Link's birthdays, but anyone who could use some distractions from the "errors" of last week is free to drop by and unwind.

Comments

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Hey, no prob'm.

[He can't help feeling content when she seems so elated.]

Y'ain't got nothin' much t'thank me for, though. Y'probably would a' thought about it anyway.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, do you think so?

[Probably not, actually, with her brainpower.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Yeah! Y'like flowers an' plantin' stuff, so if y'walked by the flower shop, you'd prob'bly check it out an' see if they need help.

[HE HAS FAITH.]

[lostinmyway]

All right! I'll do that very soon. [Happy smile!]

Do you work anywhere, Mac?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Me? ...Nah. [He wonders for a moment if he should be more productive, though.]

[lostinmyway]

Oh, all right. [No judgment from this one.]

If you could work anywhere, where would it be?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Uh... gee, iunno. Maybe in a comic book store or somethin', if Luceti had one. That'd be pretty awesome.

[A beat.]

Guess I don' think about it all too much... 'cause back home, m'kind a' already doin' m'dream job an' all, an' that's boxin'.

[lostinmyway]

Can't you do that here?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Yeah, I do... don' really think of it as a job, though. I mean, it kind a' is in a way, but it's a whole lot a' other things, too. An' in Luceti, I don' gotta worry 'bout money so I'm boxin' t'keep sharp an'... well, 'cause I love doin' it anyway.

[Hm.]

Last real match I've had was back in... wow, January! Time really flies, huh...

[lostinmyway]

Oh, my. Maybe you should have another match soon.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

I'd really like that. [He smacks his fist against his open palm with a crisp snap, full of energy.] Why not, y'know? Gotta ask around the place an' see who's up for a match next time I make some kind a' big message on the journal.

[lostinmyway]

I'm sure there would be lots of people who would like to have a match with you, Mac!

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Thanks. Know a couple people who'd prob'bly be all into it. Then we'd gotta figure out a day that works out an' everythin'. Takes a bit a' plannin' an', a' course, gotta train real hard for it.

[Not that he minds. He loves the sense of accomplishment that comes after hard work. If Doc were here... Mac thinks he might have been proud.]

[lostinmyway]

Oh, yes, it's very important to do your best!

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Yeah... can't half-ass trainin' or y'gonna go down real quick.

[lostinmyway]

And it wouldn't be very nice for the other person if you didn't work your hardest.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[A nod in agreement.]

I take boxin' pretty seriously an' I'd want the other guy to, too. I mean, y'can't MAKE 'em, but y'wonder what they's doin' if they don' care 'bout the sport.

[lostinmyway]

Yes, it isn't very nice if you don't like your job.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

The thing 'bout boxin' is that you can have another job an' box too. I mean, that's what I used t'do when I was an amateur. Y'don' get t'fight everyday - y'need time t'rest an' train an' these things don' happen real quick - so y'can't really rely on a fight for the money. F'some people, though, boxin's all they got - it's all they know how t'do. It's hard livin' like that.

[lostinmyway]

Do you have another job, Mac?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Back home? Nah, I don'. Got some good money saved up from winnin' pro fights, enough so I don' gotta worry for a while. ...What about you?

[lostinmyway]

Hmm?

[Yeah, she missed what he was asking.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Oh. I was jus' askin' you if y'got a job back home. I mean, if y'don' mind me askin' none.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, no, I don't mind at all.

[But it is a difficult question.] Hmm.... I wonder what my job is.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Whaddya mean? ...Ain't it got a name?