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yo Shorty, it's ya birthday 🥳
Who: Beat and Futaba
Which: Closed log!
Where: One of their treehouses, and wherever else they decide to go
What: Celebrating a birthday, forward dated to the 19th.
Warnings: Probably none but some very schmoopy doo feelings and cute.
[It was a normal day, nothing truly special, but a normal day was usually spent with Beat anyway, but that made it better than normal, and much more special.
She didn't quite remember when, but when the topic of birthdays had come up, Futaba had casually dropped her own— it wasn't usually important, but now... now it felt like it should be important. As much as Beat's own was for her now. So when he mentioned wanting to come over, hang a bit, the yoozh... well. He wasn't forgetful, so he had to know... right?
It was actually exciting.
When the knock at the door came, she knew who it was. How could she not? Beat just had his own way of knocking that just screamed it was him. It wasn't long before the telltale thuds of her running to the door, and how the door practically flew open to reveal a brightly smiling Futaba. Her clothes were the same, but her hoodie looked a little different...]
Bones!
Which: Closed log!
Where: One of their treehouses, and wherever else they decide to go
What: Celebrating a birthday, forward dated to the 19th.
Warnings: Probably none but some very schmoopy doo feelings and cute.
[It was a normal day, nothing truly special, but a normal day was usually spent with Beat anyway, but that made it better than normal, and much more special.
She didn't quite remember when, but when the topic of birthdays had come up, Futaba had casually dropped her own— it wasn't usually important, but now... now it felt like it should be important. As much as Beat's own was for her now. So when he mentioned wanting to come over, hang a bit, the yoozh... well. He wasn't forgetful, so he had to know... right?
It was actually exciting.
When the knock at the door came, she knew who it was. How could she not? Beat just had his own way of knocking that just screamed it was him. It wasn't long before the telltale thuds of her running to the door, and how the door practically flew open to reveal a brightly smiling Futaba. Her clothes were the same, but her hoodie looked a little different...]
Bones!
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You did, Bones! Augh, the blanket—!!
[IS SHE GOING TO HAVE CURRY STAINS ON HER BLANKET LIKE AN OTAKU WHAT
Hopefully she's quick enough to save the blankets from a curry fate... for how she normally is, this was a fairly quick fix for her, and the blanket doesn't look...t oo bad.]
Phew... I think I'm safe from a lifetime of curry blanket...