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Romeo's nineteenth birthday started with a package from his father containing a collection of Lord Byron's works, a dagger that was about twice as elaborate as anything Romeo had any business carrying, and a letter that suggested -- in a polite, backhanded, and elaborate way -- that Romeo was missed and should make it his business to visit Verona sooner rather than later.
There was also a large box of chocolates. They were good. Romeo ate the caramels as his breakfast. He should have been reading about the equilibrium point in supply and demand, but that kept turning into perusal of the poetry. Really, the poetry struck him as more relevant.
[OOC: For the girlfriend, or for birthday emails/calls/texts/homing pigeons.]
There was also a large box of chocolates. They were good. Romeo ate the caramels as his breakfast. He should have been reading about the equilibrium point in supply and demand, but that kept turning into perusal of the poetry. Really, the poetry struck him as more relevant.
[OOC: For the girlfriend, or for birthday emails/calls/texts/homing pigeons.]
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Date: 2009-11-12 01:40 am (UTC)Killer in that sort of way that made people wish they were dead when they heard it, perhaps.
"How's that song go, again, anyhow? Happy birthday to you, happy birthday?"
It was not a difficult song. Really. Unless you were Reno.
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Date: 2009-11-12 01:49 am (UTC)It was partly that Rikku was giggling too hard to stay on-key.
It was partly that Reno insisted on appending the lines to variations like, "Happy birthday t'you, an' shit."
It was partly that Mako heard all of the noise and deciding to sing along, with some well-placed honks.
It was partly that Petey chose that moment to NINJA ATTACK!!! Mako, and the ensuing vicious scuffle was a smidge louder than that particular part of the song.
It was partly that Rikku decided to cram in extra words at the end of lines, like "to you, Oh! Say hi to Dojima for us, okay?"
It was partly that Reno was halfway to being drunk, and rooting on his ferret in the cat-vs-ferret smackdown.
And, finally, it was probably not helped at all by the fact that Reno and Rikku had started it entirely different keys. They'd switched keys a few times, but neither of them had ended up where the other was.
In other words, it was awesome.
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Date: 2009-11-12 02:06 am (UTC)There was really only one way to respond to a performance like that. It involved a wolf whistle and hearty applause.
"I feel as if my birth has been most appropriately celebrated."
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Date: 2009-11-12 02:12 am (UTC)Yeah, Mako! Bite his face! Atta weasel! Atta dumbass ninja-weasel-goose! Who's a dumbass? Is it you? Is it you, Mako?
And then, a moment later, Reno put the phone to his mouth to add, "but then we would'a had to find pet-sitters for our backup singers, yo."
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Date: 2009-11-12 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-11-12 12:18 pm (UTC)Oh, Reno. You already are a real cranky Turk. Silly boy.
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Date: 2009-11-12 01:18 pm (UTC)A beat. "Please don't come visit with anything that will vomit."
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Date: 2009-11-12 01:31 pm (UTC)Reno had never eaten raw octopus. Reno was planning on keeping it that way.
Unless he was very drunk and somebody dared him to try it, of course. There were standards that he had to set, here.