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third time's the charm

who: The NEETs, Chibita, anyone who was invited or wants to stumble across the party
what: A Belated Bday party for the NEETS
when: Afternoon-Evening, Dec 10th
where: On the beach in one of those convenient cabins mentioned in the mingle log
warnings: none insofar. Probably drunken shenanigans, bad karaoke and possibly feels? We'll see.

So once upon a time (that time being, specifically, on the TDM about a month and a half ago,) Ichimatsu mentioned to Chibita that he'd missed his own birthday. Naturally, Chibita suggested that they have a belated party to make up for it. Now, he's making good on that idea. It just so happens that the festival and the Beach Cabins offered above happen to be a rather good opportunity. So he's managed to snag one of them this morning, and claimed it for the party later.

Said cabin is now moderately decorated. There's a couple simple happy birthday banners up, as well as a couple non-helium balloons scattered on the floor. Chibita's set up a bit of food and drink in the kitchen for people to come in and nosh on. The table has been taken over by an array of finger foods, mostly. Chips, dips, veggies, bacon-wrapped-dates, shrimp chips, gyoza, salted chicken wings, and various yakitori. Oh, and, of course, oden. Because if Chibita's preparing the party, there is absolutely going to be oden.

There is, also, a cake. Said cake is homemade and looks quite similar to the one in this photo. But don't worry: that stick of oden is made of fondant and moulding sugar. The cake has also been safely tucked away in the fridge for safekeeping.

Aside from things to eat, there's also plenty to drink. Nothing really too 'hard liquor'-ish, though. Beer, wine and cider, mostly, as well as mulled wine on the stove, because it's cold and that's a great drink for the holidays. And plenty of soda and other non-alcoholic entities, for those abstaining or too young.

Additionally, there's several different board games in the shared living space for people to play with. Scrabble, Taboo, Pictionary, and even mahjong, to name a few. So have a go at those. There is, unfortunately, a TV screen that's been hooked up to a Karaoke machine. So that is also an option, to be used for good or for evil. There's plenty of space to lounge and mingle to your fancy, both inside and out. There's a fire in the fire place, as well as a bonefire outside, supplied with the necessary ingredients for s'mores.

So, uh...help yourself? Maybe you know any of these guys and were invited. Maybe you just stumbled across the party on the beach and decided to join in. The post is your metaphorical Belated Birthday Oyster.

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[..........What are you doing you dumb cat. He stares down, through the hollows in his mask, at that hand currently holding his thumb.]

Not sure your brothers would approve of someone putting you in a collar.

[He keeps the grasp almost absently, closing his eyes and swaying on his arm, moving his hand with Reaper's thumb along with it.]

Jus' because we're brothers doesn't mean we have to share everything. [What does that even mean.] Anyway, I made sure Chibita had straws, so you can drink if you wanna.

[He's aware that the guy is drunk, at least. So watching his arm swing a little as the other idly starts to sway it is... well, surreal is a great word for it, honestly, because that's exactly how this feels.

Surreal.

Made even more so by that comment. Share everything what?]

I'll have to keep that in mind. [Because yeah what DOES that mean. Things for later.] I noticed he did. Half wondered if you had something to do with it. So it answers my question.

[He reaches up his unoccupied hand, a finger prodding between his eyes.]

But something tells me you've had enough drinks for the both of us.

[A slightly less inebriated Ichimatsu wouldn't have even brought up the sharing comment, but he probably would have explained that he meant Osomatsu and Karamatsu didn't have to know about the flea collar. Maybe. Who the fuck knew.]

[He goes quite cross-eyed at the finger between his eyes, and has to close his eyes to not fall over entirely, shifting his grip on Reaper's arm to stay steady.]

I'm a lightweight, I've only had three beers. I told you, I don't drink much. [He's still remarkably eloquent, though.]

Hah.

You did mention. But at the same time, brat...

[He draws his arm that currently isn't occupied up, shrugging largely--]

I remember getting wasted when I was back in SEP.
Used to have so many drinks, I'd damn near forget how to speak English.

It was a real riot the next morning to hear everyone trying to figure out what it was I was saying all night.

[He scrunches his face at being called brat, but the expression doesn't linger, shifting to curiosity in short order. He's... remarkably more expressive when he's drunk, it looks like.]

SEP? [He keeps the question simple, despite wondering what language he was speaking if not English, and if anybody actually figured out what he was saying.]

....

[Ah. Maybe Ichimatsu wasn't the only person who had a few too many drinks. He'd let that bit slip out without thinking of it.
After a moment, he decides there's no harm in it, at least--and he shakes his head.]

SEP.

The Soldier Enhancement Program.

It was a sketchy experiment program I was in back when I was a soldier in training. I'm a super soldier. They cooked my blood in chemicals, and I surpass most human strength and endurance.

It's part of why I sleep so little.

[He doesn't actually verbalize them, but he mouths repeating "Soldier Enhancement Program", like he's rolling the words around in his mouth to decipher them. He nods, thinking pretty hard about them for a moment, and then tugs on Reaper's arm. He uses the momentum to vault himself upward, if sloppily, and literally climbs the man until he's got his feet in the crook of his elbow, draped neatly up onto his shoulder. Somewhere along the line, he kicked off his sandals, to not put them on him.]

And why you do the weird wispy shit sometimes, I bet.

[Alright, he's quite literally never had someone climb him as if he's furniture before. He shifts a little how he's standing when Ichimatsu literally VAULtS himself up his arm--

But settles once the other drapes himself across his shoulder.

This is fine, probably.
The guy barely weighs anything the super soldier would be irritated by, so...]

...No. That is ...

[A sigh.]

That happened afterwords. Way after.

Messing with things that shouldn't have been messed with.

[He shrugs gently.]

...don't let me undermine it, since it's way more intense than anything I've ever been through, but it's fine. And I don't sleep a whole lot, either, so if you're ever up and wanna talk to somebody, you know where to find me.

[He loops one arm around Reaper's neck, loosely, to keep himself steady, and... Maybe in some vague form of affection. It's hard to say.]

You wouldn't be able to undermine shit you don't get. Shitcat.

[He tilts his head to the side, unnatural eyes visible at this close range underneath the hollows of the mask he's wearing.

The arm around his neck, though, makes him pause. He's been alright with the other leaning on him and generally being a parasite, but....

This is different. He's not a fool, he can recognise a half-assed hug when he recieves one.]

...

Know where to find you.
Currently wrapped around my neck and holding on for dear life.

[A tease, before the prodding:]

If yer tryin' to hug me, you chose an awkward position.

[Excuse you he is a cat, not a parasite. ...Okay maybe he's kind of a parasite.]

[He regards him for a long moment, oddly intrigued by the view of his eyes through the mask-- if you could call them eyes, which he did, but he hadn't always been known for the greatest view of things. He squints his own eyes nearly shut, then, frowning and reaching his other arm out to meet the first. He slides, then, clean off his arm and shoulder, leaving him clung around Reaper's neck by both arms, his feet more than clear off the ground.]

This better, Death Walking?

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[Yeah, give him a long moment. A very long moment of silence as the other literally dangles from him, both arms wrapped around his head.

(It'd be something to note later that the others' arms needed to be fully wrapped around his neck to be able to hug him properly--as this effect probably wouldn't be achieved if he tried to hug him around the waist. His arms wouldn't reach other side easily.)

The odd silence is almost oppressive as Reyes' eyes blow wide, red-pitted centers darting down to where the other is, and towards one of the open windows to the back of the room. A very short panic attack at the first hug he's had literally in over 15 years settles in his head, and he manages to reel it in--returning to his usual mental calm.

It's just a hug. You're a way grown ass man, get over it. The guy is drunk and he's always been weirdly lethargic when it came to things like this, so it isn't strange.

Moment passed, and finally an arm comes around from the left--hooking around the others' waist to hold him up so he doesn't ooze off onto the floor once he loses all strength in his arms.]

...

Don't know. [He won't admit this is the first hug he's had in years.]

But I know what it's like to have a cat necklace, now.

[Ichimatsu is entirely too piss-ass drunk to notice most of the subtler aspects of Reaper's reaction-- he catches the silence, and he doesn't wholly miss the way his eyes shift to the back of the room after glancing down at him. Since he hasn't taken full stock of the room himself, he doesn't understand the significance, but he can catch anxiety better than most. It helps, maybe, that for the first time since meeting him he can ever-so-slightly feel his heartbeat.]

[He's too caught up in realizing that and trying to discern if the silence is good or bad to notice his own arms have started to shake, and Reaper's left scooping at his middle comes at just the right time. It smashes him just slightly closer and he tugs himself upward, hooking his hands around his own wrists to stay there, even if his arms are gonna hurt in no time. Reaper's words settle his own heart which had started to climb up into his throat without him realizing the longer the silence stretched on, and he dully registers that the way he's draped on him the faintness of the wraith's heartbeat is in about the same space as his own, much stronger (much faster) one. He quirks his eyebrows together and his mouth pulls into a frown, at that, but he doesn't comment, choosing to focus on being called a necklace, instead.]

You know, like, nya, or something.

[If his arms squeeze subtly against Gabriel's neck, surely it's just both of their imaginations.]

['You know, like, nya, or something'.

What the hell was that. Not like the other would see the look of complete bafflement on his face.
It's followed by a low, almost coughing sound as he shakes his head. Yeah, you try to be subtle while squeezing his neck like that because joke's on you.
With a body that burns with a low ache at all times, he's going to feel everything.

Including how the catlike guy's own pulse is easily heard against his own ears, and it's pitching up far louder than his own.]

'Or something', huh.

[He's going to fix his other arm around the other, so yeah, now he's fully supporting the guy.]

It sure is something. Hanging off me in the middle of your birthday party.

[He doesn't sound annoyed--amused, if nothing else. And this close, the other might be able to hear his teeth click as he grins under his mask.]

[Honestly, when is the joke not on Ichimatsu, though? He's basically joke incarnate. Gag anime, and all. He shrugs as much as he's able, which isn't much, pinned and clung the way he is, turning to press his face against Reaper's front, somewhere below his clavicle.]

Mmmh, should I not? If 'm gonna hang off'a somebody, at least let me hang off someone I actually like.

[Read that however you will, even if he didn't mean it quite as compromising as it could be.]

[You're such a small, weird, weird creature, Ichimatsu. He can't begin to understand this guy for 30 seconds, much less figure out what exactly's gotten into him. He gives the kid an almost startled look, before coughing out a low chuckle, once again.]

Someone might question you for deciding to take a liking to a years-dead old corpse.

[Ice-cold fingers move up from the others' back, reaching to tug, lightly, against one of his ears.]

For once, I've got few complaints.

So enjoy it while it lasts.

Oh come off it,

[He grumbles right against his chest, shaking his head just enough to be felt.]

"Years-dead old corpse" or not, you're nice to me. Consider, for a second, that that's a real novel concept to me, and you tell me how much I don't give a fuck what anybody thinks of me "taking a liking" to you.

[Does... he even realize how incriminating all of these words he's saying are. No, probably not.]

[Yeah, give him a second to 'come off it'. Because that bit is just going to make the 'years-old dead corpse' stare down at the other with a slightly baffled expression, his head tilting to the side slowly.]

You're a lazy shit, vulgar-mouthed and aimless.

Being mean to you would be like spitting on a homeless person.

Couldn't make you feel much worse.

[He's bad at being nice, so just give him a few more moments after directly insulting you.]

But if you're that determined to enjoy the concept of an undead old man being nice to you, guess I could get used to the company.

[He turns his head again and mumbles into his shirt, most of the sentence unintelligible, but Reaper would at least catch something to the effect of "Besides, we're apparently soulmates or some bullshit". Which, definitely and 100% were not words Ichimatsu ever planned to say to him. The fault in our alcohol.]

[In something of a belated action ~~because I forgot to have him react to it previous~~, he flinches at the cold fingers against his ear and squirms, trying to climb back toward his shoulder, but he... can't. At all. Not after he's been hanging there this long-- he probably barely had the arm strength to have pulled himself up on his own as soon as he'd swung over there. So instead he just kicks his feet slowly and turns his head to the side again with the intent of being heard.]

I'm a tenacious lazy vulgar-mouthed aimless homeless shit, so you better.

[...There's some form of emotion to his tone there, but it's hard to figure what the fuck it is. Is he laughing at himself? Is he laughing at Reaper calling him homeless? Ichimatsu is a fucking enigma wrapped in a burrito of emotional constipation.]

[Yeah, your head is right next to his and his hearing is a little better than a normal human's. So sorry, Ichimatsu, despite your attempts, he DID hear that.
But at least he's not bad enough to bring attention to it (right yet.)

But what he will respond to his the following negative sentence, as well as the drunk cat's terrible attempt at climbing up on him again.

He'll adjust his grip on the other so he's half-holding him, now--one arm hooked behind the others' knees, the other settling against his back to keep him from flopping straight over.

You're such a small man, Ichimatsu.]

Can you really go around calling yourself homeless when you're given a place like this? You self-depreciating little shit?

[Another click of teeth, another grin behind his mask.]

You're not as stray a cat as you might try to make me believe.

[He almost does just that, Reaper's arm under his knees making him lose his grip on his own wrists and tip backward into the hand against his back. You shut up, Reaper, he's not small you're just enormous. He strings together another sentence, this time actually unintelligible, but more because he just plain seems to have forgotten how to use his tongue than he's trying not to be heard. He presses his palms flat against the front of the man he's currently perched on the arm of, and blinks very slowly, one eye after another.]

...not here, no.

[That's. A confusingly vague statement, cat.]

[But before anything can be voiced or questioned about that, he pushes a little against his chest.]

...pu'me down.

[Just about as confusing as the unintelligible lines of garble-speak the other lays out for him before actually saying something he understands.
What the hell do you mean by not here. Doesn't he have a family, friends, and...

He shakes his head, as the last sentence actually makes sense to him. And despite how he'd actually made effort to making this stupid hang-on comfortable against him, putting him down isn't really a chore.

And don't worry, he won't just drop you like some sort of rude asshole.

The hand on the others' back comes up to grip the other by the hood--pulling him up just an inch before lowering him to the ground.

There.]

Can you even stand on your own two feet right now.

[Family, yes. Family that got Weirdly Complicated prior to his unwilling venture to space and then Quarantine, and leaving home is really only something he ever thinks about when he's drunk, so here the fuck we are. Friends... Yes, but he didn't really know how to acknowledge having them, really, until your edgy ass growled it at him. Coddled and cared for, pampered and spoiled as he may have been up until the Eluvio, Ichimatsu has never really been an adjusted or mentally mature human being. Call it the curse of not having any idea how to be an individual up until you realized you were already completely different from your siblings in a way you didn't know how to cope with.]

[He leaves his arms outstretched as he's hefted and set down, his legs curling slightly upward so he literally looks like a scruffed kitten for a moment, and his knees threaten to send him right to the ground as Reaper asks his statement-question. He garbles a sound and wobbles, going pale and making a face.]

'll find out, didn't wanna puke on you.

[And, there he goes, staggering off. In all honesty he probably only gets to a trash can, only somewhat in part because he has no actual idea where the bathroom in this place is.]

[At the very, very least, Ichimatsu is nice enough to keep from puking on him. He'll thank him later, when they're in a better setting, probably--but for now, all he can do is chuckle lightly as the cat staggers off to find a fucking garbage bin of ALL things to solve this little problem of his in.

Of course, the ghost is going to follow, hanging in the doorway of the room Ichimatsu's managed to find before evacuating his guts into the closest bin--and he shakes his head.

Fingers moving up to unclip his mask, moving it away from his face so he can make sure the other sees the full force of the grin he makes.]

Need me to hold your hair back while you do that?

third time's the charm

a train wreck in slow motion

are you kidding this escalated very quickly sbdfbnjk

i take no responsibility

of course not.

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cw emeto for those of weak stomachs

way to go ichimats

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