What part of party don't you understand;

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is busy at work in the kitchen today. The smell of a freshly baked cake will be filling the halls as he busies himself on icing the thing. A book is lying open with a picture of this cake showing, with various ingredients ready as if he planned to make another. And in a room just a couple doors down the hall, music can be heard as preflame bops around the room, decorating.

... or trying to. There are multi-colored streamers everywhere, wrapped several times around the fence, the chairs, the table legs... just. everywhere.]

[ooc: for those of you who don't know, it's bloom_sketch, woodwhisperer and nature_bender's birthday today. Feel free to toss anywone, just make sure to specify which room they're in so I know which Roxas to throw.]

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[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Hey Roxas, someone smelled cake and now they want some, going by the loud meow. Better cough up the goods.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[That meow breaks his concentration and he looks down at Prue.]

Shh, I'm trying to ice this.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Prrrrroowr.

[Doesn't sound like she's taking no for an answer.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He just sighs, dropping the icing bag back to the counter, before giving her an annoyed look.]

What? Did Riku forget to feed you or something?

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Moooowr.

[Who knows, but that was a sound that easily translates to "FOOD."]

I read that as mower. l-lol.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

Alright, alright.

[He moves to the cabinet to see what there is. No way are you going near my cake >:|]

How about tuna? Cats like tuna, right?

what, like a lawn mower?

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[But she loves your cake ♥]

Proowrrr.

[...But tuna is an adequate substitute, human servant.]

Y. And now I am reading everything like Prue is making engine noises.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Gtfo.

Roxas takes that as a yes and opens the tuna can and dumps it onto a plate before setting it down in front of her.]

Here you go.

Prue: VRRRRRRRRRR

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Tch, tuna from a can, how dare you.

...No wait, she's eating that anyway. Sounds of a cat eating go here.]

I love how I forgot about this too

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[... why are there streamers everywhere. You're ridiculous. Just watches.]

Way to go XD

[preflame]

[No, I'm adorable and things need to be colorful and bright. He frowns a bit when he sees her.]

You weren't supposed to see....

shhhh

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

It was noisy, so...

[She got worried. Walks over to him.]

[preflame]

Oh, well... Surprise!

[He offers a small smile.]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[Although it's not a surprise anymore. But aw, you tried c: Hee, runs over to hug him.]

[preflame]

[He looks surprised at first, possibly even blushing a little, but then just smiles and hugs her close.]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a quick peck on the cheek, smiling up at him when will she ever grow tall sob]

Thanks.

[preflame]

[Well, he can't be more than an inch or two taller. l-lol what is Roxas shortness.]

You're welcome!

... do you want to help me finish up?

[natures]

[If it's not a cat, it's a turkey sized Chocobo jumping up on the table. Caaaake]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[NO EVEN MORE SO.]

No, Al. This is for mom. Remember last time?

[He picks him up and sets him down in a chair instead.

[natures]

[KWEH D:

But hungry. >: ]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He just sighs and pets Al's head.]

Tell you what... Let me finish icing mom's cake, and then we can go see how little Roxas is doing with the decorations in the garden. There are greens there for you.

[natures]

[KWEH!

He's going to settle there and watch everything.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't take Roxas long to finish up, and when he does, he just moves over to the sink to wash his hands.]

There. Alright, let's go.

[Lol brb steam drying.]

[natures]

[... watch Al zoom off to the direction of the gardens. wow, he's starting to become fast.]

/flees to bed

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[... holy--]

A-Al! Wait up!

[Runs after him.]