((Backdated to November 29th. Probably won't contain much wrongness, but will have swearing and possibly some wangst, so plz don't read if that bothers you~.))
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F is for Fire that burns down the whole town/U is for URANIUM...BOMBS!/N is for No survivors when you-- )
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"Pass, on the t-shirts. You could knit our 'band' some scarves, though," Gojyo said, only half-joking. What with the colder weather, having a scarf would be useful. (As long as it wouldn't be one huge scarf they'd all have to share... at the same time.)
"Hey, I almost forgot." He stood up and circled around to the other side of the bar, got out his lighter and leaned down, holding the flame to each of the twenty-something candles on the cake in turn. Once they were all lit, he lifted the cake to the bartop and set it before Sanzo. "Time to make a wi~sh, Sanzo. And don't spit when you blow 'em out. I don't want any saliva icing."
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He watched with a skeptical expression on his face as Gojyo brought out the cake. It didn't look lopsided or burned, so the kappa must have either had help or had someone else bake it. He glared at Gojyo, tempted to ask why he was so picky, since he didn't seem to mind sharing his saliva under different circumstances. He managed to keep that thought to himself. Just barely.
Sanzo looked at the cake and sighed. "This is stupid you know." But despite his words, he paused for a moment, then blew out the candles. There was a very small, almost secretive smile on his face.
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After Sanzo blew the candles out, Hakkai noted the small smile with mild curiosity, nearly tempted to ask about it but deciding otherwise. Shrugging to himself, he pulled out a stack of a few plates and placed them on the counter; he plucked out the spent candles, setting them aside on a spare plate. "Gojyo and I weren't entirely sure what sort of cake you would like," he explained lightly, almost apologetically, "so we thought it would be safest to make a vanilla cake. I hope that's all right with you."
Hakkai produced a knife ( ... )
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In response to Sanzo's comment, he shrugged. "It's tradition. Just do it." He also noticed the smile, and likewise decided against commenting about it. He'd give Sanzo a temporary break from being mocked, since he'd cooperated so well and hadn't slobbered all over the cake. Kissing was one thing. Gojyo just didn't want to eat spit-cake, thank you very much. Walking back around the bar, he returned to his seat and waited for one of them to start cutting.
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