kingdomdressing | A princess, one and sweet sixteen.

[Haven't seen Sora in a couple of days? He's been a busy ~~boy~~ ~~girl~~ Keyblade Wielding Mama, and might have been spotted carrying lots of decorating supplies in shades of pink, yellow and white. Anyone who passes by the ballroom today will notice the whole thing is protected by a Light shield, and the tables are freshly dressed with floating candles, pink rose petals and foil confetti in the shape of bunnies and hearts. Towards the front is a large round table that is piled with several gifts, and two colorful cakes, one smaller one with lots of festive fondant, and one made from cupcakes that only a Sora would make ♥

daddyhasagun will have found a strikingly beautiful dress on her bed this morning, whereas Sora is already seated in the ballroom with baby Kira dressed in a dress made for a little princess. Let's all take bets on how long it takes before little Rikka's figured out how to get out of his little tux.]

[ooc: October 16th was a big birthday for both Kiras! It's time to celebrate and worship her. Please to be bringing her a gift, having some delicious Sora-cake and wishing her all the best ♥ Rikka is also up for consolation since he doesn't understand why no one's paying him any attention :<]

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[He freezes when Sora brings them up, then relaxes, just a little. He'll tense up again at the hug though.]

Good. I don't want them to know I'm here. Ever.

Oh, relax. I swear to god, you've inherited the most difficult genes in this place.

[Hey hey, at least he's hugging back! And laughing, that too.]

What'd you expect?

*puts his hands on his hips, which is probably a rather funny sight since he's like, over a foot shorter than you are and all*

I expect you to behave is all.

[He is very amused. And probably looks like his daddy grinning that wide.]

What else would I do?

*~~oh idk break hearts?~~ he grins back at you*

You're a teenage boy. I know what you're capable of. An entire arsenal of mayhem.

[Say what.]

I blame my parents for everything.

*he'll let Rikka emo at you*

Well that's not very responsible, now is it?

*laughs*

[That's not nice.]

You're the one that brought up my inherited difficult genes.

*alas it is life, young padawan*

Yeah, yeah.

*his eyes are glittering happily*

[Hmph. He slips his hands in his pockets, slouching terribly.]

What's got you in such a good mood with this?

Straighten up, you'll hurt your back! You're so handsome. You know you're one of my favorites.

Obviously.

[How could he not be? Also, no you, he's not straightening even a bit.]

*he could surely count a few reasons, mostly involving the gross things you've vomited on him so be grateful you punk*

If you won't stand up straight, I'll just have to get your mama to tell you.

[He straightens, oh, he does, but not because he said that - because him saying that made a flicker of panic wash over him. He doesn't know if Sora's bluffing or not, but threats like that aren't going to cross over well.]

*he smoothes down some of your hair and smiles a little*

You know I gotta take care of you while you're here.

[That makes him smirk. He looks extraordinarily like his mother, there.]

I can take care of myself. I have been since I got here.

I know you can, baby. I can't help it.

[He just frowns, then, shrugging.]

Whatever.

*that hurts, when he's just trying to help you*

You don't really want to be here, I guess... you can go. Sorry I kept you.

[Sorry, Sora. He doesn't want to hurt you, but he doesn't like the threat you produce.]

You're right. Glad I got to see you, but I can't stay. Too much risk.

[He turns for the door.]

A princess, one and sweet sixteen.

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