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[mikangirl]

Who: Anyone attending Nami's birthday party. /o/
What: ...Nami's birthday party. 8|
When: Evening on the 4th July.
Where: The mikan orchard.
Summary: An impromptu last minute stubborn celebration of something that's fun.
Rating: ...P for pinwheels? 8|a


[Tis a mingling post. Mingle!  Seriously. The orchard's lit up, there is alcohol, there are snacks, there are mikan. There's also piles of coloured paper for much later, but that's another story. 

Backtag to your heart's content. We apologise for contributing to the glut of birthday posts that is early July. |D Popular month!]

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[concasse]

LIKE HELL YOU ARE.

[Sorry bro. Now you must fight to the death with him]

[hiken_ace]

[And now he proceeds to crack the fuck up. OOOOOH, HE GOT YOU GOOD.]

Oi, oi, I was just kidding! It's actually a necklace with pinwheel charms on it. I just got a regular chain from the shop, and put the charms on it.

[concasse]

Damn right you were. [Grumble mutter huff]

... Still, sounds exactly like a gift she'd like.

[hiken_ace]

Though if she's available, that's another story. [Don't be fooled, Sanji. He's just messing with you.]

Ah, you think so? I'm glad. You seem to know what Nami would like most, so that really makes me relieved.

[concasse]

Nami-san is forever off the market as far as you and everyone else is concerned, Ace. [Just try and court her, men of Luceti. Watch Sanji set this place on fire.

But to the next statement, he gives a nod, expression settling.]

Really, so long as you put some thought into it, I can't imagine Nami-san not being happy. [Or just give her gold. That works too.]

[hiken_ace]

... you sound like a dad. [Ace could burn it first.

And that just makes Ace grin.] That's a relief. If this was back home, I would get her money, or maybe a little something from Pops' storage. But as it is... I thought this would be good, too.

[concasse]

--A dad?! [Oh, the face Sanji pulls, like Ace stuffed his mouth full of expired sardines] Oi, it's nothing like that! [He's more like an unbearable protective older brother that still hits on his...

Yeah, this comparison has fallen through. Sanji abandons it in a hurry.]

And that's fine; it's not like she'd have anything to spend the money on in this place.

[hiken_ace]

Well, it kinda sounds like it. [...] Except when you're hitting on her.

[He shrugs nonchalantly.] If we were back home. For now, handmade things will be fine, right?