Of course Char knew it was Mineva's birthday. And he had known Haman wanted to do something special for the young princess of Zeon for her ninth birthday. Something so special he honestly didn't think she'd ever actually do it until he saw the huge mess before him.
He quickly flashed back to what the day had entailed. He let Mineva sit in the cockpit of Hyakku Shiki (but not actually fly it; Haman would kill him), as well as Qubeley. He even had Mineva write out random invitations, including pictures she drew herself, so that the two of them could pass them out. They were supposed to have a party, soon. But... Well. Haman pretty much destroyed the cafeteria.
"Haman...?" he asked, somehow not even sure if it was really her. She looked odd covered in flour. "Umm... The birthday girl is here." Mineva, unlike Char, was beaming. She didn't even seem to mind that the cake had a pig on it.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Char replied slyly, as Mineva ran over to Haman, throwing herself at her. He casually listened to the elated chatter coming from the two. For that brief moment, it felt like Char still had a family - besides Artesia, of course.
He barely noticed Haman smiling back at him for a few seconds, but returned the smile. "So... when is the party?" he asks politely.
Char watched the entire spectacle unfold, quietly proud. This was why he insisted Haman become the Regent; Haman cared about her, and knew for herself what it was like to lose her parents. Well, Char did, as well; but if it ever came to light who he really was, it would be extremely easy to accuse him of having an ulterior motive.
He smiled when he saw the outfit. He expected another Zeon uniform, but was pleasantly surprised to find out something else entirely. That was actually a cute outfit
When Haman dove in for that kiss, he wasted no time in returning it. "I know you can. But to this day I've never seen you throw a party."
"Well, I'll look forward to whatever idea you have for a party," Char answered. He knows that look. That coy look; only usually it precedes sex, not a little girl's birthday party. And yeah... Char enjoyed the latter more than the former when it comes to killing and fucking, but it didn't hurt to have other talents, as well.
"Oh? I thought most of the presents were for Mineva," he answered, when Mineva came busting back in. Char looked down at Mineva as she pulled on his jacket, and reached down to pick her up. "You do. Haman knows her fashion, at least."
Just a teasing comment for the woman who just teased him.
And this was why Char never gave up hope on Haman. She wasn't like the Zabis, even with all of the hatred she felt towards the Federation, and how she had killed Natalie and his unborn child. He'd never get over that. He'd never get over Lalah, either. But this... he finally had a chance to do something right. Something good.
To give Mineva the life that neither of them ever had, and to give the Colonists the Zeon that they deserved.
"Sorry Mineva, the oath I swore to protect you never mentioned tickling," he teased, kissing the young girl's cheek.
Char could tell. This was a side of Haman he hadn't seen since she was just fourteen years old, and it was refreshing to see her let herself go wild for once, especially considering what they have to deal with back on Axis.
"I can't overrule her, Mineva. Sorry," he teased, just as Haman embraced the two of them again. His free arm went around Haman's waist, pulling the three of them together, but only for a minute. He then set the princess down.
"I should go get ready for the party," Char commented. "And we still need to get this place cleaned up."
Oh, it would be the story of the decade. And it would make a lot of people lose their opinion of Haman being a hard-liner.
"I'll hold you to that, Haman," Char responded, taking Mineva's hand in his own. "Now if you don't mind, I need to take her back the handmaid. New outfit or not, she needs a bath after playing around in the hangar all day."
As for the broom... "Sorry, Mineva. If the party's that soon..." he says, turning to grin at Haman, "Big sister Haman needs to clean this up by herself."
Haman didn't like being called that, and the look on her face made it clear, even though she didn't say anything in protest. The only person who could have called her that was long gone now.
"Go on then you two, I'll take care of this."
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The kitchen was cleaned with the help of A few other hands, and they little party went off with out a hitch. Haman was honestly impressed with the thought that Cynthia and Bernie had put into their gifts to the princess, and made a mental note to let them both know it. The cake was at least mostly taste, but a bit dry, but no one seemed to care. When all was said and done, Haman found herself standing with the little princess in her arms, falling asleep against her guardian's shoulder. "I think it's time someone went to bed."
"Oh?" Char answered, noting the sleeping Princess. He remembered what Haman had said earlier, about Char's own present that he needed to 'unwrap.' He smirked, and nodded. "Okay, then. I'll be waiting for you in the other room when she's asleep."
When Haman would walk in, there was a bottle of wine already out, with two glasses... and Haman's favorite satin sheets.
He quickly flashed back to what the day had entailed. He let Mineva sit in the cockpit of Hyakku Shiki (but not actually fly it; Haman would kill him), as well as Qubeley. He even had Mineva write out random invitations, including pictures she drew herself, so that the two of them could pass them out. They were supposed to have a party, soon. But... Well. Haman pretty much destroyed the cafeteria.
"Haman...?" he asked, somehow not even sure if it was really her. She looked odd covered in flour. "Umm... The birthday girl is here." Mineva, unlike Char, was beaming. She didn't even seem to mind that the cake had a pig on it.
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He barely noticed Haman smiling back at him for a few seconds, but returned the smile. "So... when is the party?" he asks politely.
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He smiled when he saw the outfit. He expected another Zeon uniform, but was pleasantly surprised to find out something else entirely. That was actually a cute outfit
When Haman dove in for that kiss, he wasted no time in returning it. "I know you can. But to this day I've never seen you throw a party."
The skepticism in his voice was entirely teasing.
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"Oh? I thought most of the presents were for Mineva," he answered, when Mineva came busting back in. Char looked down at Mineva as she pulled on his jacket, and reached down to pick her up. "You do. Haman knows her fashion, at least."
Just a teasing comment for the woman who just teased him.
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To give Mineva the life that neither of them ever had, and to give the Colonists the Zeon that they deserved.
"Sorry Mineva, the oath I swore to protect you never mentioned tickling," he teased, kissing the young girl's cheek.
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"I can't overrule her, Mineva. Sorry," he teased, just as Haman embraced the two of them again. His free arm went around Haman's waist, pulling the three of them together, but only for a minute. He then set the princess down.
"I should go get ready for the party," Char commented. "And we still need to get this place cleaned up."
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"I'll hold you to that, Haman," Char responded, taking Mineva's hand in his own. "Now if you don't mind, I need to take her back the handmaid. New outfit or not, she needs a bath after playing around in the hangar all day."
As for the broom... "Sorry, Mineva. If the party's that soon..." he says, turning to grin at Haman, "Big sister Haman needs to clean this up by herself."
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Haman didn't like being called that, and the look on her face made it clear, even though she didn't say anything in protest. The only person who could have called her that was long gone now.
"Go on then you two, I'll take care of this."
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The kitchen was cleaned with the help of A few other hands, and they little party went off with out a hitch. Haman was honestly impressed with the thought that Cynthia and Bernie had put into their gifts to the princess, and made a mental note to let them both know it. The cake was at least mostly taste, but a bit dry, but no one seemed to care.
When all was said and done, Haman found herself standing with the little princess in her arms, falling asleep against her guardian's shoulder.
"I think it's time someone went to bed."
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When Haman would walk in, there was a bottle of wine already out, with two glasses... and Haman's favorite satin sheets.
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