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[CLOSED] HYVÄÄ SYNTYMÄPÄIVÄÄ!!

Who: Lalli, Emil, Akira, Dirk, Jude, Ruby, whoever they want to bring, and Lisko!!!
Where: The garden on the recreation floor of the Shehui apartment building everyone’s in.
When: Dec 2nd OOC
Open/Closed: Closed to invited guests

( Hello, beloved and invited guest! Actually, you likely aren’t beloved and maybe aren’t even directly invited. Anyway! Welcome to the birthday party of the age: Lalli Saku Hotakainen who maybe possibly turned 20 sometime...now...soon? Yeah.

His birthday party reflects how unsure the party planner is of the recipient’s actual birthdate. Some parts of the party have obviously been thought out — for instance, there are three birthday cakes (1, 2, 3) and several gifts already present when you arrive. The chairs and decorations, however, are somewhat mismatched and novice in presentation. You might have enough seats for yourself and your guest, and you may or may not get tangled in some haphazard streamers that are lackadaisically slung in trees. It’s a toss up. At least there are ample plates and about five meat and vegetable snack trays.

It’s a very obviously non-traditional festivity. Also there’s a big lizard there. Have fun. )

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( I'm glad Emil mortifying them both is so funny to you, Lalli!!! Emil rubs at his mouth, not even having time to think about how he just licked his friend's face. Thank goodness for the little things, I guess... )

Fine. Good. ( Standing up, he gives Lisko A Look. It's not your fault baby, but he never wanted to know how your tongue felt anywhere near his own. Indirect lizard Frenching...disgusting. ) And then you can wipe off your face with something that's not a tongue.

( like your own wasn't trying, you pos )

Mm? You didn't want to try again?

[yeah sorry, he's a shit and not going to let you get away with it, since he believes you're now too CHICKEN]

Do you want me to lick you?

( He's not serious but also is because like........are you into that kind of thing, dude???? Lisko stands on their hind legs, ready to follow dads wherever they go, licking or not. )

[wait, now this is starting to backfire.]

Of course not, weirdo. Why would I want you to lick me?

( Too late, your hidden desires are coming to light. My name is Lalli and I LIKE DUDES TO LICK ME!!! )

I'm not -- nevermind! The only thing I'll be licking is my cake plate. ( He's learned his lesson. His tongue will stay in his mouth and not touch any human ever again. ) Except Lisko -- you don't need anymore cake, I'm sure.

( they may or may not have whispered fuck to themselves )

[well, I mean, maybe someday, but]

Yes. That sounds good.

[No one licking anyone and Lisko not eating cake... Also Lalli may or may not have caught that word Lisko may or may not have said and hisses at them to distract.]

( emil will be there to kinkshame him

Time to go back to the party now that Lalli is ready enough, thanks to Emil's power of humiliation. The trio walk back with Emil's brain suddenly processing what he just tried to do more than what he just did do. Stupid, "do first think later" brain. )

W-Well, hopefully there's some back left, anyway! Unless Lisko decided to stick their nose in more than one! ( If all that's left is celery, Emil is going to riot. ) If all else fails, there are still your gifts to open.

( He's excited to see Lalli get all of his socks, as well as His Other Special Gift... )

[wow]

Do you want me to open them...?

[like...he doesn't want to Here in front of people, but...he can if it's important...]

( He knows they talked about waiting, but!! His excitement has made him impatient!! )

You don't have to do all of them...but what about mine? That should be fine, right? ( say yes...he's gonna die )

[gosh]

Mmn... Then let's not make people pay attention to us when we're there. Just us, still, for that.

[a real intimate sock affair.]

( Confused for a moment, Emil agrees. He's not going to say he feels bad about them just being the two -- three, hi Lisko -- of them for a while longer. )

I don't know how to do that exactly, but I'll try? ( Stealth gift opening, he supposes. He'll shield Lalli if necessary...?? ) If anyone else asks you to open something, I'll tell them...something.

[mmm maybe he shouldn't have said anything... He gets the feeling Emil is too pure and clumsy to be stealthy about this lie of ommittance-type shit. Oh well. He'll just run away again if people start being excited around him.]

You're just going to tell them it's a weird Finnish thing...

[He has a Feeling. And if it's not that, it'll be even stupider, so he'll cut it off at the pass.]

Never mind. It looks like we can have all the cakes still.

I wasn't.

( Lies. It wouldn't be on purpose, but that'd be the first thing he thinks of. "Only one gift from one person at a time! It's a Finnish tradition, aha, uhm..." and then nudging Lalli to say some long Finnish word. An excellent plan, tbh.

Once they arrive, Lalli's right. Though Lisko has indeed shoved their snout into each cake at varying degrees, there are salvageable portions of each one. And then that celery; why did he even buy that shit? )

Lisko, you weren't as naughty as you could have been. ( Thanks to their growing taste for bipedal walking, it's easy to bend down and pat their head, as sticky as it may be still. ) I haven't tried that chocolate-looking one yet, so might as well.

They haven't been really naughty in a while...

[hell yeeeeeeah, hopping over and plating himself three slices of cake. He even makes the sacrifice of taking some of the bits partially-destroyed by Lisko's annihilation. Mostly because he doesn't give a fuck, but still.]

Just hurry.

[Let's see, he thinks he's got the right stuff now? But he'll make weird gestures while balancing the cake to confirm. Emil, is this yours...]

( One of Emil's gifts is obvious -- it's a big, sloppily wrapped mass that has his name written on it. He couldn't figure out a way to wrap clothes that wasn't total garbage, but he accomplished...something. There are quite a few pairs of long socks in there, as well as a big cableknit sweater and longjohns. Nice comfortable things. There's also, tucked in the middle of the pile, a pair of socks Emil knitted himself!! They at least look like socks, even if one pair is two different colours. He ran out of string. )

Open that one first -- just watch that it doesn't spill out. ( He'll take that cake plat btw, thanks. )

[hey...cake

Spill out... This makes him even more dubious of this lumpy mess -- a fact he doesn't think to hide from his expression. Look, at the very least, he's making sure his hands are covered in frosting going to be slathered all over. He's doing his best.

The trepidation melts away when he peels back the wrapping paper, instead replaced with a light excitement. Clothes!! Soft, warm clothes he can lounge in! So many, too... Lalli rubs his face against each and every item before he moves on, intermittently letting out a happy hum, and finally...]

Oh. I've seen these?

[why do these comparatively atrocious-looking things seem so familiar.........]

( In the background, Emil is preening and occasionally babbling about the gift in some way. He picked because it was soft, he picked that because of the colour.

Lalli finally gets to his homemade gift and pauses. Oops. The question isn't exactly good news. )

You recognize those? Well, I've been working on them for a while now... ( His precious hands have been stabbed COUNTLESS TIMES!!! )

[More, like...he remembers seeing the string around, but never quite in a shape he could call a shape. He manages to Not Add That, instead going back to inspecting the socks.]

Oh... [He made them...for him? He made them. For him. He spent time making them and then he was just giving them to him.] I like them.

( That's much better than the alternative of Lalli hating it. He likes them! The relief he feels is actually surprising; he didn't realize just how tight the anticipation that had settled in his chest was. )

I know I bought you socks too, but I started that mess when we were on the island, and of course I couldn't buy those there. It just seemed a waste to not finish them, is all.

( Will this be the end of Emil's ventures in knitting? Only time will tell. )

[That's true, there are Many Socks here.]

Yeah. I'm glad. [He experimentally puts his hand in one to test the stretch and how soft it is.] It's, um...

[Hm, how does he express...what it is he's feeling... Telepathically will make it a little easier, at least.]

I like that you thought about me and took time to do something for me. I like seeing more things that show me you...care. About me. I guess.

( Praise is something that Emil certainly appreciates. He's putting a bite of cake in his mouth (the fruit kind; it feels like home) when the telepathic him fills his brain. It feels...hard to describe. Pleasently spine tingly; that sounds about right.

His chewing slows while he stares at Lalli's face, realizing it strange to hear his voice with his face motionless. Yeah, he really likes praise. Except when he does things for Lalli, it's not the same as his usually ego boasting. Sometimes he wonders if he'd feel as good even if Lalli didn't tell him these kinds of things. The praise is an additional reward in this scenario, not the main goal. )

Of course. It's your birthday, after all. ( It's all he can really find to say at this moment. A crumb almost falls out of his mouth, but he clumsily catches it with his for

Where's Lisko? Slithering under the table to see if they can figure out why Lala likes it under here so much. )

[Honestly... Honestly, same, Lisko. The table sounds like a great idea again.

He still doesn't know what he's meant to say or do, but he's satisfied with placing the clothes in his lap, once he's ducked safely away, and running his hands across them over and over.]

But it's about more than my birthday. Right...?

[He really...wants it to be more than that, for Unknown Reasons.]

( The reaction isn't one Emil's bothered by, not needing anything else other than Lalli's confirmation that he likes it; likes his socks that are hideous and probably won't last a month.

The question is easy to answer...but also hard, in ways. Of course it's about more, but what does 'more' mean? They're friends? They're coworkers, stuck here with the bond of familiarity? Those are both true, but the depth of those words and what's underneath them are harder to understand. )

Yes. ( He says it quickly, like it should be so obvious. Right now, cake is easier to handle than talking about things he doesn't fully understand. That too is obvious. )

Oh! ( His brain finally finds something else to talk about. Emil points to a smaller, flatter package without an adorning name. ) I got you that one too, if you want to open another.

[Ah. It's warm...

He looks up from the clothes with a bit of surprise. Sure, he'd gotten three cakes when he expected one at most, but that was a lot of present in that single package! Is he...supposed to get more? From Emil, anyway? He turns this thought over in his head as he reaches for the flatter present and carefully peels back the wrapping. He's too curious on this one to wait...]

( Tah-dah -- it's not as big as his own, but he's gotten Lalli a nice little tablet. Between him and Dirk, Lalli will be...downgraded?...to the 21st century. Fuckin apocalypse future shit. )

Now you don't have to hog mine every time you play that horrible idol game. ( He's certainly chipper about this. Time to delete that hellish app off of his own. )

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