breezing | Appointments!

We could do something nice. Invite him and some of his friends for dinner at the restaurant. That would be good.

[Man it's a good thing he came up with such a GREAT plan on this short notice, or she'd think he was bullshitting about remembering the date. Which he did remember. Or at least remembered well enough to realize he was forgetting something just before she came in.]

Edited 2013-06-18 06:56 (UTC)

[ ...Shikamaru, for once in your acquaintance with the youngest airbender in Luceti, you're getting a severely unimpressed look. It's normally the opposite, but

are you being serious right now? ]

That's BORING.

[ THERE IS REALLY NOTHING MORE TO SAY, IT IS THAT BORING. ]

[WHAT]

What. How is that boring? You got friends. You got food you don't have to cook for yourself. That's a great way to do it!

It's not a party, though, that's just...going out to eat!

[Not everything that's celebrated requires a party, gosh Ikki. What are you - seven?]

It's clean and simple.

It's BORING and BORING. You didn't even say anything about party hats! How can it be a birthday without party hats?!

Easy. You get a birthday cake. [He reaches for his journal now, where did he put it...]

Masaomi likes exciting things, though! His soul is pink.

Since when can you see souls?

Can't everyone? Those're your wings, right?

[ ...She's pretty sure the color of your wings = the color of your life/soul, for some reason. ]

[Well that one theory-- and suddenly he's reminded of the (long gone) Uchiha Sasuke and his polka dot wings. It prompts a loud fit of laughter.]

[ ...Ikki, meanwhile, has no idea what Shikamaru's laughing about. Although she can't hold a pout for long, and is pretty quickly grinning back, hanging off the counter. ]

Isn't it?? It's not funny! [ then why are you grinning, too? ]

[He snickers once more, flicking his thumb with his nose.] I dunno, kid. If souls match some of the unique wings I've seen, that's hilarious.

Not that I can disagree with it, either. Masaomi's soul would be fluorescent.

See? So he can't have a boring sit-down dinner party with nothing going on. That's not what you do for someone with whatever you just said for a soul!

It wouldn't be boring. [He opens up his journal now, grabbing a pen to scribble a filter.] Let's get a third opinion on this.

Fine, but when they tell you it's boring, too, I get to say I told you so and you get to treat me to ice cream!

[ She really wants ice cream. ]

[He wrinkles his nose at her, then talks into the journal.]

Yo, Gold. You around?

[Gold had been chilling in the living room of his house, playing the Wii they were so lucky to have. ...Mostly because it was Masaomi's who left it behind. Today's game was a rousing match on Super Smash Bros. Brawl.

When his journal began to ring out for his attention, he can't help but shoot it a death glare out of the corner of his eye. Dammit, not now...! Can't this person see he's in the middle of something?! This is worse than when his mom calls him in the middle of a pool game!

He waits until he manages to get a moment to breathe in the match, before quickly snapping his hand out to flip the journal open.]

Talk to me.

[Shikamaru may hear the sound of punches, sword slashes, thunderbolts, and explosions in the background.]

[He's played games enough with Masaomi at the rec center to have an idea what's going on. Rude. Can't even pause to talk to a guy?]

I'm fishing for an opinion on something. You know Masaomi's birthday is coming up, right?

[Final Destination, Level 9 CPU, No Items. You don't pause during this.]

...

[There's a delay in response on his end.]

...Of course I did. [Or did he?]

[Yes. Not alone. If anything, he can not ask for clarification and act like he remembered it better than Gold.]

Good. We're thinking about doing something for it, like a get-together at the restaurant. How's that sound to you?

...Well, at least I know never to leave you in charge of puttin' together a birthday party for me now.

[That is a bad idea and you should feel bad.]

SEE. It's boring!

[ Ikki's beaming despite this pronouncement, because ha, she told him so! ]

Now you owe me ice cream, and we need a plan that doesn't suck.

[The journal window captures a look of mixed frustration and wounded pride, that which Ikki will get to see in person, and his posture slouches.]

Like you guys have better.

Dude, it's Masaomi. I ca--

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