((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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F is for Fire that burns down the whole town/U is for URANIUM...BOMBS!/N is for No survivors when you-- )
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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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.
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