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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

Valentine had commandeered a piece of the Second Floor common room in order to set up a cake. A rather large cake, white chocolate raspberry. Naminé's favourite, so far as Valentine knew. He had ~~handwavily~~ conned it out of the Café Fina staff for their favourite almost-manager-type-person, and had even managed to resist the urge to eat the entire thing on the way back to the dorms with it.

It was a huge accomplishment.

The occasion? Naminé's birthday. Or some sort of birthday-like equivalent, Valentine wasn't going to split hairs over that sort of thing, really.

What was important here was that there was cake. And juggling. But no juggling cake.

Let's see how long that might last, hm?

[[Small OCD is here! If you know Naminé, feel free to assume that Valentine handwavily informed you somehow of the party-thing, and even if you don't-- come on, who can resist the white-chocolate raspberry cake from Fina? Serious.]]

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This is, of course, what common rooms are for.

Naminé was blushing. "I don't need a party," she insisted. "This is very sweet, but ... needless, I assure you. We should go."

Before anyone else got here, preferably.

"You've never had one before?" Valentine tilted his head for a moment, then grinned. Broadly. It was dangerous when he grinned that way, really. "I fully intend for this to make up for that. The cake, at least, is a start."

Cake was always an excellent start.

"I ... haven't, no," she admitted, blushing harder. "Or a birthday, really. I suppose I did last year, but I didn't realize the day until it had already passed. Is ... that cake from Fina?"

"Well, of course it is," Valentine grinned, leaning forward some. "You wouldn't want me to attempt to make you a cake, really. It would be quite the disaster. And besides, the Cheese Grater was all too enamored with the notion of me spoiling you silly on your first birthday-thing."

"You told him?" Naminé facepalmed. "You shouldn't have told him. You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble, either. I ... th-thank you. I think."

"You're welcome," Valentine replied, beaming from ear to ear.

She totally was.

This required a kiss.

"So what does one do at birthday parties?" she asked. "Other than endure being the center of attention, I suppose."

"For the life of me, I haven't the foggiest idea," Valentine confessed, leaning down to give her another kiss. "I figured that eating cake and being lavished with gifts was about it, but it is your day. Have you got any requests?"

"A few," she murmured, eyes dancing, "but they aren't polite to discuss in public."

"We had best make this a short party," Valentine decided, smiling that face-might-just-crack sort of smile. "So that we can get somewhere decidedly not-public before you forget whatever those suggestions might be."

"I don't believe I'm likely to forget," she smiled. "And if I do, we shall have to nudge my memory."

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" Sokka shouted as he barged into the room.

"Sokka," Naminé laughed. "Thank you. Don't ask how old I am, I haven't figured out yet if that's sixteen or two."

Sokka shrugged. "Hey, this is Fandom. Why can't it be both?"

"I suppose you're right," she beamed. "Happy second-sixteenth birthday to me, then. How old are you, might I ask?"

"Happy sixteen-second birthday!!! I'm nearly seventeen, myself. ...But I'm far wiser than my years, due to my inherent awesomeness."

"Of course," Naminé nodded. "I never doubted it, myself. Fairly middle-aged, I should imagine."

Happy Birthday!" Jack shouted with a grin, smelling cake. It was someone's birthday, right?

"Thank you," Naminé said politely. Not recognizing the boy, but there was cake for all. "Do come in, we're not taking over the common room, I assure you."

"Oh, hey, thanks!" he said as he sorta-invited-himself in. "So, congrats!"

Totally winging it.

[sp? Bedtime!]

"Thanks," she said, bemused. "There's cake, should you like some. White-chocolate-raspberry-cheesecake. Fina does amazing things with desserts."

"Ooooh, that sounds amazing!" he said, with an ear-splitting grin.

"Happy Birthday," Jamie said with a grin.

"What's the point?" asked a depressed dupe sitting in the corner. "It's just another day marking our slow march to death and then oblivion."

Jamie quickly absorbed his dupe. "Sorry. I can be a pain at times."

"Are you all right?" Naminé asked. "If your ... dupe is having a bad day, is that because you are as well?"

"It was one of those fleeting thoughts I had when I created him," Jamie said rolling his eyes. "Trust me when I tell you I'm fine. See it's just as likely that-"

At that point a dupe walked into the room and grabbed a remote. "Anything good on TV?"

Jamie absorbed that dupe too. "See what I mean?"

"Do they all reflect the thoughts you had upon creating them?" Naminé asked. "That's fascinating. It's a little road map for later, of your own moods."

"Not necessarily," Jamie said with a sigh. "It could be just a flicker of a mood or just be a totally random personality that shows up. It's a gift and a curse."

"It must be frustrating," she mused. "Is it at least interesting, conversing with yourself?"

"Happy birthday, Naminé onee-san!" Dōjima cheered, waving a paper crown at her big sibling. "I made a princess birthday tiara, since you're the queen for the day. Rest of the day. Whatever!"

"Dōjima!" Naminé said brightly. "Thank you, I shall wear it with pride. A queen, and not a princess? I know a few individuals I outrank."

"Queen! It's your birthday, you're the woman in charge. Unless, of course, you want to be an empress?" she asked wickedly. "We can find a marker, and write 'Empress Naminé' on it for all to see!"

"I'm quite all right with Queen," she laughed, taking the tiara and setting it on her head. "I don't know anyone ranking higher than princess. I shall save Empress as a trump card, to be played should someone else insist on being queen. After all, it's a queen's privilege to give herself new titles, isn't it?"

It's white chocolate raspberry.

And it was totally free. Which makes things taste better, really.

Sokka hovered near it, drooling. IT CAN BE KAKE TAIM NAOW?

"Have you never had Fina's white chocolate raspberry cheesecake?" Naminé beamed. "It's a delight. You should stop in some time for it."

"No, but I want some!" Sokka exclaimed. "When is it cake time?"

"I suppose there's no reason it can't be now," she smiled. "It isn't as though we'll run out. If latecomers would like cake, they can have some."

"...Well, you have to have the first piece," Sokka insisted. "It's tradition."

"And so I shall," she said cheerfully, serving herself a slice. "And I'm going to be rude and insist you all serve yourselves, as it's my birthday. Horrifying, isn't it?"

It's a birthday party. This thread has to be here. If it wasn't, I'd be cheap.

Sokka has drawn a picture of Naminé and Valentine holding hands inside a big pink heart, titled "The Definition of Awesome". It's all framed nicely and stuff.

Well, of course Valentine had gotten something for Naminé for her birthday. After all, a cake conned from a kitchen appliance hardly counted, did it?

The newspaper wrapping left something to be desired, but Valentine certainly hoped that she would like what was inside ~~as well as the little chain to go with it which the mun was too lazy to hunt down~~.

It was probably best not to ask how much street-corner juggling he had to do to be able to afford it.

Jamie had his gift (http://www.dickblick.com/zz216/00/) wrapped.

Of course he had taken the liberty of taking the gift out of the box and arranging it in a somewhat "dirty" formation.

Yurika had nicely wrapped up box (http://www.madisonartshop.com/movokit.html), tied off with a neat little bow.

Because it's a big common room, and maybe you just don't like cake.

I cannot juggle. I can, however, hit myself in the face with a trio of juggling balls.

Happy birthday, Naminé!

maybe you should avoid activities that involve balls flying at your nose.

hee. balls!

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