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[iambetadraconis]

Birthdays. Seems like every year there's another one of them

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[ladysilverwheel]

Ooh?

What's all this, then?

"Celebrating something?"

[ladysilverwheel]

When there is one kiss, many are bound to follow.

And they do, in rapid succession, all over Rabastan's face.

[iambetadraconis]

Wheeeee!

Now that's a present!

At the rate they're going at they'll have to carry on the rest of the party somewhere else.

Not a bad idea, really.

[ladysilverwheel]

Never is!

"Rabastan," she says, pulling back and looking at him with shining eyes, "I do think we should move, perhaps?"

There is more kissing, then, as she presses close.

[iambetadraconis]

We? From where he is it looks like he will have to move.

"Yes we should," he says.

That cake is going to be smushed if they don't.

[ladysilverwheel]

"Are you too old and fragile to carry me, wolf?" she asks, snickering.

[iambetadraconis]

"I'm 41," he says. "Yes I'm getting so old I have trouble carrying myself up those stairs."

He's standing up though. With the various presents gathered up.

"You think you can fit amongst all these things should I carry you up?"

[ladysilverwheel]

Arianrhod eyes them doubtfully.

"I wouldn't want you to injure yourself, dear," she snickers.

"And the cake?"

[iambetadraconis]

He gives her a pointed look.

"Getting creative ideas for how we can use that cake?" he asks, with much suggestion in his tone.

The room service won't appreciate that!

"Could always use the energy," he muses, managing somehow to pick it up amongst all the other things he's got.

[ladysilverwheel]

Arianrhod claps a hand over her mouth and giggles.

"Rabastan!" she laughs, blushing, "I had not -- my, you are quite the wicked thing when you wish to be, aren't you?"

[iambetadraconis]

"Of course," he says, grinning. This brand of wicked he can like. "Should we, lady?"

Go upstairs?

[ladysilverwheel]

She snickers, walking in front of him to lead the way.

And my, how her eyes are twinkling.