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[soldier_puppy]

Who: Zack, Sheik, Link. Angeal, maybe? Not sure.
Where: Sheik and Link’s home
When: Today
Summary: Some people are celebrating Sheik’s birthday whether he likes it or not.
Rating: PG?

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[theeyeoftruth]

Similarly, Sheik looked just a tad dishevelled, and shot Link a reproachful glower as he brushed an errant lock of hair (lazily thrown into a ponytail rather than a braid) over his ear again, as if that would protect it from any further accidents. And he was righting the couch (or what served as one) against the wall, but seemed to be doing it very determinedly, as though to distract from the fact that he'd been caught scarfing down bread crumbs.

There was something awkward in his smile, a roll of the eyes clearly expressing that he believed all this was nonsense anyway. Who celebrated birthdays after they'd died, anyway? Especially after several hundred years. Not that he was really complaining about the fresh batch of baking, damn Ihy, but it was still ridiculous.

Sullenly, he caught the smear of honey on his lips and smiled one of those barely-there smiles he always tried and often failed to restrain. In fact, a small degree of dread had settled in him thanks to the god. Anything promoting less shyness was, unavoidably, a curse. And he hoped he'd be allowed to stick with peas. Or that Ihy would move on.

"You two are as bad as each other," he said, by way of eventual reply. But there was definitely a smile in his voice. Tiny as ever.

[soldier_puppy]

Zack followed at the instructions, dogtags and chain curled tight in his hand. A smile gripped his lips when he witnessed the destruction of the room, nodding a little; he wasn't sure what they had been doing, and wasn't sure he even wanted to know. Furniture toppling and messed hair be evidence of a few things.

"Hey! We're not that bad!" But they were, and he knew it. Link and him were a lot alike, at least in attitude, though Zack was a little nosier than Link, he was coming to notice. Maybe that's why they got along well with each other...and with Sheik. It was fun to disrupt the meticulous order that Sheik carried, and he secretly thought that Sheik enjoyed it being messed.

"So, is this what they do for birthdays back on Hyrule?" he laughed. "We just go to the bar and look for Honeybees, then stumble home when the hour gets late."

[faroresson]

"Replace 'bad' with 'good' and you have the truth," Link said to both of them, and grinned. He let go of Zack's arm and instead curled his own around Sheik from behind, digging his chin into his shoulder. As usual, the close proximity gave a small swoop in his stomach, but he didn't think anything of it. This was Sheik's day; no need to make it awkward for him. Well, unless it was in the most jovial and poking fun at sort of ways.

"I don't know, there's not like a tradition or anything," Link said, frowning. He wasn't naive enough to think Zack meant actual honeybees, but it was a hilarious image nonetheless. "What exciting lives you Gaians lead. Is there a rite of passage? You either get the honey or you get stung?" Yes, it was tasteless, but he didn't care.

He yanked Sheik back onto the (serving-as) couch and flailed his hand in the air to grab Zack as he tumbled backwards, but it failed and he ended up just waving him down to join him.

"I just didn't feed the cucoos on my brithdays," he said, grinning, "That was all the present I ever needed."

[theeyeoftruth]

Sheik had a long-suffering look on his face as he tried to extricate himself from Link's grip - all he succeded in doing (not that he'd admit lack of trying, ever) was managing to evade the chin digging into his shoulder. Barely. "You must be so disappointed at the lack of brothels here," he deadpanned in Zack's general direction, moments later suppressing a yelp as he was wrenched back. If his lips twitched, it was gone fleetingly.

"And I meant bad," he assured them, the smirk in his voice even if it wasn't on his face "Trust me on that. Stop throwing me around, will you?" And at that, a tiny, dryly amused smile did ghost across his face. Damn them both, for each having that highly irritating knack of making their obnoxious glee infectious.

Rolling his eyes, he tutted, chuckling. "They couldn't have hated you that much," he teased, one eyebrow arched, "And if they did, you likely deserved it."