Closed RP: Hakkai, Sanzo, Gojyo. Another unhappy birthday. <3

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((Backdated to November 29th. Probably won't contain much wrongness, but will have swearing and possibly some wangst, so plz don't read if that bothers you~.))

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"That's a rather good idea, actually." Hakkai looked a little thoughtful for a moment, most likely thinking of the most suitable colors of yarn. "Maybe I also ought to knit some mittens or beanies, as well. What about sweaters with your initials on them, if you're not going to become involved with the music industry?" He figured he would have to gently remind Sanzo and Gojyo to make use of anything he made for them every time they would go out, but he didn't really seem to mind that fact all that much.

After Sanzo blew the candles out, Hakkai noted the small smile with mild curiosity, nearly tempted to ask about it but deciding otherwise. Shrugging to himself, he pulled out a stack of a few plates and placed them on the counter; he plucked out the spent candles, setting them aside on a spare plate. "Gojyo and I weren't entirely sure what sort of cake you would like," he explained lightly, almost apologetically, "so we thought it would be safest to make a vanilla cake. I hope that's all right with you."

Hakkai produced a knife because all mass murderers happen to have them on hand and placed that on the bartop, as well. Smiling warmly, he asked, "Isn't it customary for the birthday boy to make the first cut in his own birthday cake?"

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Though it probably didn't make much sense for Gojyo to refer to Hakkai as 'mom' whenever he went off acting like a parent and housewife in one, considering the only mother figure Gojyo'd known as a child had never been too concerned about him, he did so anyway. "Yes, mom, that'd be great," he teased, grinning a little despite the sarcastic tone he used. "Just what I've always wanted. A sweater with my name on it."

In response to Sanzo's comment, he shrugged. "It's tradition. Just do it." He also noticed the smile, and likewise decided against commenting about it. He'd give Sanzo a temporary break from being mocked, since he'd cooperated so well and hadn't slobbered all over the cake. Kissing was one thing. Gojyo just didn't want to eat spit-cake, thank you very much. Walking back around the bar, he returned to his seat and waited for one of them to start cutting.