[closed] party at oz's house!

[anklets]

Date & Time: backdated to August 10th, afternoon
Location: apartment 407
Characters: friends and possibly some... unwanted visitors...
Summary: we celebrate Lavi's birthday by letting all the weirdos in
Warnings: n/a

Invitations have been whispered and confections baked with some measure of care (graciously, it remains that only one kitchen fire will have been set in the housing commons today), and Lenalee has placed her lure in Lavi's hands and trusted him to reel himself in.

It's- a little lacking, were she to place it against the Order's parties with intent to compare, but she is pleased with the work she and Oz have dedicated to the sitting room, sparsely decorated and laboriously cleaned (she'd become a little invested in it).

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kitchen

[anklets]

[ we sure have a lot of cakes, don't we... ]

[timehalt]

[OH NO, HOW DID MIRANDA GET IN HERE. Don't let her touch the cakes SHE WILL RUIN THEM; Of this she is sure. She's keeping her hands clutched tight behind her and trying her best to avoid anything that may compromise the cakes.

She just wants a quick peek...]

[velveteened]

( there'll be a voice suddenly piping up from behind her )

They look delicious, right?

( he doesn't actually recognize her from anywhere besides perhaps around, but if she's here she's presumably a friend or lenalee's or lavi's. )

[timehalt]

Ah--! [Miranda lets out a startled yelp, jerking away from the source of the voice.]

Oh! [It's just a little boy. If only that were a relief.] Oh, yes, they do!

[velveteened]

( — jumpy, and it makes him startle in turn if much less dramatically. he laughs apologetically, holding his hands up for a moment in reassurance. )

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you.

[timehalt]

No, no, it's not your fault! [She waves her hands in front of her, a bit frantic.] I was just a bit startled!

[velveteened]

Still, I shouldn't have sneaked up on you.

( if on accident. )

You're here for the party, right?

[commentboxtroll]

[ Don't mind Caesar. He's just over here, in the kitchen, checking out the various cakes, deciding which one seems most feasible for a single normal teenage boy to eat all of (one would be surprised how many fit into this category). Eventually he settles on something with a single layer and easily balanced on one hand. Which is good, because he's taking it with him as he goes to dig a fork out of the silverware drawer!

It is his "we're sorry we didn't warn you about or technically invite you to the party we're having in your apartment" cake.

He feels it's justly deserved. Even though, also technically, he's just kind of stealing this thing instead of asking, but, well, okay, there isn't any good excuse but still! These people didn't need this many cakes, right? ]

[debtor]

[Suddenly, a voice cries out from the far side of the kitchen,]

Oi!

[Where do you think you're going WITH THAT CAKE]

[commentboxtroll]

[ Not even turning around from picking out a fork. Fork, fork... fork! This one will do.

Okay! Now he turns around to look at Allen. ]

Oh. It's you. Hello again.

[ So casual, as if he isn't just taking off with a cake here at all! ]

[debtor]

I'm sorry, but you can't take an entire cake!

[WHO EVEN INVITED YOU to your own apartment!]

[commentboxtroll]

I don't see why not. You people have a dozen of them or so for some reason.

[ HE INVITED HIMSELF HE LIVES HERE. ]

[debtor]

Because we need them. [For Allen.]

Please put it back, and serve yourself a slice with everybody else.

[anklets]

[Don't mind Lenalee, watching from the doorway with nary a sound while he collects what he considers his due. She'd expected more along the lines of a telling-off, but she shan't complain of his silent retaliation. Birthday parties are not the Order's forte to begin with.]

You can take the chocolate, if you'd like.

[ Lenalee Lee is only the most contrite, if she is making talk of sacrificing chocolate cake to the greater good ]

[commentboxtroll]

[ Oops. Someone he'd wanted to avoid...

But then, that's the risk of venturing out of one's room! He looks back at her, then at the cake he already has, then over at the other ones. ]

The chocolate? Why that one?

[anklets]

[ someone she's been meaning to reconcile with; game, set, match. ]

Because chocolate is the best flavour. [ lopsided smile ]

[commentboxtroll]

[ At least there's cake involved. ]

That depends. [ As if he wouldn't stop and deeply consider the deliciousness of chocolate instead of outright agreeing. ] Too much chocolate and a cake becomes far too rich for one person to handle. It can easily make someone sick.

[timehalt]

[WAIT A MOMENT. She doesn't see your name on that cake!]

Um, excuse me...

[commentboxtroll]

[ Find him some frosting in a tube and he'll write it on! He has pretty decent handwriting and everything.

That's an unfamiliar voice, however, so he does pause in his search for a fork to look back at her. ]

Don't worry. There isn't anything you need to be excused for.

[timehalt]

[No, no, you see...]

Ah, that's not what I meant...

[commentboxtroll]

Oh? So there is something you've done that I need to excuse?

[ Sorry, Miranda. So... so sorry. ]

[recorden]

[ Don't mind Lavi then as the birthday boy suddenly appears out of seemingly nowhere to sling a friendly arm over Caesar's shoulders.

Hello you filthy cake thief. ]

Whaddaya doing? [ Asked in an entirely innocent, cheerful tone of course. ]

omfg this must've gotten deleted with the mass of noah crashing tags 9OAO9

[commentboxtroll]

[ Oh good personal space invasion, just what Caesar so loves.

Let him do the unexpected and smile right back at Lavi. ]

Helping myself to the food in my kitchen, of course.

[ Cake for the cake god, frosting for the frosting throne. ]

oops not surprising tho

[recorden]

[ Oho, that is unexpected and it makes him raise an eyebrow ever so slightly, but his own smile doesn't falter. ]

Yeah, but an entire cake?

[ Tut, tut. ]

That's not meant for just you.

[commentboxtroll]

Consider it a cake tax for abrupt and unasked use of my space.

[ For serious. ]