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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]

[There's a lot in her phrasing Sanji could bring up, but what sticks with him is that last part. A smile is still on his face, but he glances at her uncertainly]

... Make me cute? [Wh-what, you mean he's not cute already? D8 Looking down at himself.]

[thatsnotcute]

Yes! I'm sure there's someone here that could give you some ears or a tail. Or I could just dress you up. [She is actually being serious, that's the terrifying part.]

The suit needs to be altered, maybe a few rips and tears and colorful patches, a cute little hat with horns, a cravat instead of this. [She tugs at his tie gently.] With a bat or skull brooch! Or a garnet stone....the color of blood, uwaah~! And some spiked boots! And chains! And bandages! Oh, and fangs, too. You need those.

If you had all those, then you'd be perfect!

[concasse]

A-ahaha... [He very, very slowly eases back, without making it too obvious, and holds up his hands. It might just be him, but he feels like he's encroaching on dangerous territory] Perona-chwan, my deepest apologies for not meeting your specifications~!

[He'll keep this in mind for Halloween, maybe, but that's as good as she's getting]

A-at least my face is okay? [8D?]

[thatsnotcute]

[Now why ever would you feel that way, chef? 8D? But Perona's fantasy bubble bursts in the worst of ways, and she's left with...him. Sighing, she waves her hand lazily and picks off some more snacks, nibbling them with a look of sheer indifference. She'll throw in a thoughtful hum, though, just to be a little polite. A little bit.]

Eh...you're better than that Pervsalom, at least. And the best of your crew, I suppose... [Insult or compliment, YOU DECIDE.]