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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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[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."