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[komachibi]

Characters: Komachi and [OPEN]
Content: Komachi wants a birthday party. You want to come. Don't you?
Setting: A spare room near the 4423 kitchens
Time: Early evening, 30th of March.
Warnings: Hopefully, none.

Comments

Both, of course! Cake and death together is the best! ^_^

[theschmotone]

About time that they had a party on this ship! Besides the get-togethers that he and his fellow Jagers had, of course. That wouldn't necessarily be all that much fun for outsiders. One drink of some of the stuff that Dimo kept stored away for his friends would make a normal human very, very sick, and even more regretful that they'd been stupid enough to have some in the first place. Now granted, this was Komachi's party, so he knew that there probably wouldn't be any fights or anything, it still sounded promising.

Dimo's keen sense of smell picked up the scent of cakes wafting down the hall from the room where the party was being held. They twitched a bit when he realized that some of them were more than a little singed, but still walked through the door with a smile on his face, his violin case in one hand a box that had been wrapped with suprising skill for a Jager in the other. "Explodey cake iz de best kind!" he said cheerfully when he saw Komachi, presenting her with the gift.

[komachibi]

Okay, he was just saying that, wasn't he? "It wasn't that explodey," Komachi protested cheerfully, trotting over towards Dimo and taking the present from him happily. "Ooh, thankyou!"

She clung onto it for a minute without opening it, waving a hand at the table behind her. "Do you want some cake? There's...'splodey chocolate, un-splodey chocolate, plain one with jam in..."

Her list of cakes trailed off as she let curiosity get the better of her, starting to rip the paper off the box Dimo had given her.

[theschmotone]

"I vould love zome cake, thenk hyu," Dimo said with a smile that was only a little dangerous. He could smell the chocolate from here, and the scent was wonderful, indeed. Taking a plate, he proceeded to serve himself a piece of each.

Having had younger sisters in the distant past, Dimo was pretty certain that he knew what would make a good birthday present for someone who was just turning 10 like Komachi was. He'd gotten out his pens and ink, along with some good paper, and drawn a set of paper dolls during his free time. There were two dolls, both young ladies modestly attired in corsets and bloomers, and easily a dozen outfits between the two of them. Each outfit was either an example of historical dress or a different regional costume that Dimo had seen in his travels, and each one was complete, in true Jager fashion, with a matching hat and a weapon or two.

[komachibi]

Komachi spared a glance for Dimo's cake-gathering, before turning back to the box, the contents of which quickly had her staring in wide-eyed admiration.

She didn't play often with dolls, but these were really something to be treasured, she thought. "Wow, they're beautiful! Did you make them?"

[theschmotone]

Dimo normally wasn't much in the way of manners, but he did think enough to finish his mouthful of cake before speaking. Fangs dripping with chocolate generally weren't appreciated by most other people in the world.

He made a small bow to Komachi. "Thenk hyu, sveethot! Dey's all made by hand. Dose iz all outfits vhat I haz zeen eidder in my travels or just through de years. I used to do scouting for my regiment, und I learned to draw dot vay. Glad dot hyu likes dem."