[very very very open]
WHO: Komui Lee, the Black Order, Noah, anyone!
WHAT: A house party celebrating the returning exorcists, newcomers, Komui's appointment on the council, and of course - his birthday!!
WHERE: the new Black Order Headquarters.
WHEN: Noon.
According to his calculations, hours of hard work, studying the stars, shadows, waves, it was approximately June 13.
This could only mean one thing.
Komui Lee, Supervisor of the Science Department of the Black Order, was turning thirty that day. Thirty. The big 3-0. He was officially a middle-aged man, no longer a young, hot thing that can pick up guys girls at the club.
If only Lenalee could see him now. He was still in denial about where she was, what she was doing. She could be off, hiding away with Daisya and Kanda, waiting to come out. Not dead. Not dead.
Though the appearance of a different Kanda...Komui tried not to get worried. It was all hidden, supressed in deep denial, and the party was so much more than a celebration. It was a distraction from all the pain and suffering they had endured in the last week alone.
The house was decorated with pink streamers and confetti. Komui had stayed up late putting his cooking skills to the test. On a table in the middle of the living room were refreshments, a cake, wine for Cross, and even soba to coax Kanda out of hiding.
Komui put on his make shift party hat, and waited for his guests to arrive.
WHAT: A house party celebrating the returning exorcists, newcomers, Komui's appointment on the council, and of course - his birthday!!
WHERE: the new Black Order Headquarters.
WHEN: Noon.
According to his calculations, hours of hard work, studying the stars, shadows, waves, it was approximately June 13.
This could only mean one thing.
Komui Lee, Supervisor of the Science Department of the Black Order, was turning thirty that day. Thirty. The big 3-0. He was officially a middle-aged man, no longer a young, hot thing that can pick up guys girls at the club.
If only Lenalee could see him now. He was still in denial about where she was, what she was doing. She could be off, hiding away with Daisya and Kanda, waiting to come out. Not dead. Not dead.
Though the appearance of a different Kanda...Komui tried not to get worried. It was all hidden, supressed in deep denial, and the party was so much more than a celebration. It was a distraction from all the pain and suffering they had endured in the last week alone.
The house was decorated with pink streamers and confetti. Komui had stayed up late putting his cooking skills to the test. On a table in the middle of the living room were refreshments, a cake, wine for Cross, and even soba to coax Kanda out of hiding.
Komui put on his make shift party hat, and waited for his guests to arrive.
