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uccellodifuoco) wrote2011-08-15 08:28 pm
uccellodifuoco) wrote2011-08-15 08:28 pm
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11th Rise of the Phoenix ஜ Action/Voice
[One of the problems of living with Smoker is that, as silent as the man can be he's pretty good at his job as a police -or rather, a marine- and getting information. Ikki had forgot about that and about telling the man when his birthday was, something he had made a point to not tell anyone because it was pointless. Had her remembered he would have gone out the night before and thus avoid finding a cake prepared for him in the morning of his birthday. How did Smoker even know which was his favorite will always be a mystery, but Ikki's plans to go hole himself at the bar and drink until he didn't know who he was were foiled.
Ikki stares at the cake with a frown, there are worse things to do on one's birthday than to eat cake with hisbest friend roommate and Kohaku but still, he would have prefered to avoid any of this.]
A birthday cake. Was it necessary?
[There's an obvious drunk slur in the words broad-casted, as well as an obvious lack of direction and a good deal of randomness.]
Never thought I would live past 21. Wait, Saga and the others were far older... Guess I still have a few more years before getting screwed.
Tch, this glass is broken, the liquor keeps running out. [Maybe it wouldn't be broken if he stopped drinking? Nah, that's silly.] 'Kay, one more round-... Hey! Where the hell is my sister? No, brother... Nah, that one isn't here, is he? Or was it a she? Whatever, I'll call it "S" and be done with it.
Maybe they have been sent home too, everyone seems to get the ticket out of here lately... [Some hitting sounds, as if someone is knocking at the journal.] Heey, anyone left here yet?
Ikki stares at the cake with a frown, there are worse things to do on one's birthday than to eat cake with his
A birthday cake. Was it necessary?
[There's an obvious drunk slur in the words broad-casted, as well as an obvious lack of direction and a good deal of randomness.]
Never thought I would live past 21. Wait, Saga and the others were far older... Guess I still have a few more years before getting screwed.
Tch, this glass is broken, the liquor keeps running out. [Maybe it wouldn't be broken if he stopped drinking? Nah, that's silly.] 'Kay, one more round-... Hey! Where the hell is my sister? No, brother... Nah, that one isn't here, is he? Or was it a she? Whatever, I'll call it "S" and be done with it.
Maybe they have been sent home too, everyone seems to get the ticket out of here lately... [Some hitting sounds, as if someone is knocking at the journal.] Heey, anyone left here yet?