THEY SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY

[lunch_ticket_millionaire]

Who: Everyone in Prospero!
What: Issei's birthday party
When: The evening of Saturday, March 3rd
Where: The entire karaoke parlor.  Sakurako rented the whole thing out for everybody.
Warnings: Probably none, but who the hell knows!

[Well, it's Saturday night, and as promised, Sakurako has spent the entire week calling and texting every citizen of Prospero she could get a hold of in preparation for Issei's 18th birthday party.  The entire karaoke parlor is rented out, including the larger rooms.  Drinks both alcoholic and non-alcoholic are included, and everyone is free to mingle as they wish.]

Comments

[fractured_white]

*Fun fact, Issei: Albedo is really good at moving quietly even with his cape. So, do you notice him before he puts his hand on your shoulder or not?*

I suppose this is the point where I wish you a happy birthday, is it?

[unknownrival]

[Judging by how he jumps, it's safe to say that he doesn't notice him until then.]

Y-y-yes, I suppose it is.

[fractured_white]

I've never had time nor care for such occasions in the past, so you'll find certain formalities escape me.

*Jump all you want, that hand isn't going anywhere just yet.*

[unknownrival]

I don't really have parties very often either...

[fractured_white]

Then I suppose it ought to matter little to you whether or not I observe the ordinary expectations of such an event.

[unknownrival]

No, I don't really mind. As long as you don't get us thrown out.

[fractured_white]

*He chuckles a bit. It sounds somewhat hollow to the careful ear, as if his good mood is very fragile at the moment, and is a little on the dark side but it's definitely lacking the insanity of before.*

I'm at least aware enough of social conventions to avoid that outcome. I've yet to get into any public trouble on the island, after all.

[unknownrival]

That's... that's good, I think.

[fractured_white]

And I'm not entirely unaware of what's expected.

*The hand that's not on Issei's shoulder swings in front of him, holding a rectangular package wrapped in the most eye searingly colorful paper imaginable.*

[unknownrival]

...That's absolutely blinding, Piazzolla.

[fractured_white]

If that's too much of a problem, I could always take it back~

You needn't bother with the last name, either. I've always been more inclined to by Albedo than anything else.

[unknownrival]

Not necessary. And we aren't close enough for that.