003 - Third Article - Video/Action

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Ahem. [Beware the too-sweet smile, Siren's Port.]

Some of you are from my home, or one very like it. Some of you might even claim to know me decently well

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[After a long day of treating patients, Retsu finds this a rather amusing post. She knows those too-sweet smiles. She does them herself, which typically sends people running for cover. There's a bit of a laugh in her voice when she responds.] An important occasion has been otherwise forgotten, I take it?

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You could say that, yes.

[Her smile is still bright and cheerful.]

Though I suppose it's not something most people know, so it's not really their fault.

[Lois is frequently at her most entertaining when she doesn't mean to be--and is more-so when sending pointed messages to certain superheroes who should know better.]

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A particular someone's fault, then. [All smiles on this end, too.]

Your birthday?

[Sending pointed messages with a smile is so much fun. Obviously, the best way to do it.]

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I wouldn't say a particular someone's.

[Two particular someone's, actually. Seriously, Bruce said nothing and apparently didn't bother reminding her boyfriend--who, by the way, would be relegated to the couch if he weren't already sleeping there anyway.

It sucks not to be able to do that.]

Hey, it's an open channel, so I'm not saying what they forgot. Don't wanna make it too easy for them to figure it out. [...That's a yes.]

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[So you're going out for ice cream, Lois? That's the opportunity he's been waiting for. The moment the door is closed and he, smilingly and a little dorkishly waves her off as though he doesn't know, he turns back into the apartment with his game face on.

There's a lot of transformation to do. There's the petals from four dozen roses rescued from being thrown out at the florist - imperfect as roses but just fine as decoration - a vase full of them on a candlelit dinner table, set with covered plates that have been ice-blasted to keep them cool until she gets back. The ceiling is decorated completely with a black sheet, but the reason for that will come later, and there is a three meter square block of unrolled turf in the middle of their open plan sitting room.

The superhero is out, since there are cleanup efforts to attend to, but don't think he won't be back the moment her turns in the door.]

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[Lois is slightly (slightly) mellower when she gets back. A few shots of vodka and a margarita have gone a long way to putting her in a slightly less explosive mood, even if she's still grumpy inside.

(No, this totally doesn't have to do with being her first birthday away from everything and everyone except Clark, who apparently forgot. She stopped drinking earlier because she decided there was not enough alcohol in the world for this.)

When she does walk in, she's carrying the last slice of ice cream cake in a box and humming to herself in quiet glee--at least, until she actually looks up from retrieving her keys.

There is a moment of silence.

And then she drops her head into her free hand, muffling her voice, trying to stifle the giggles.]

Goddammit, Smallville, has anyone ever told you you're completely nuts?

[Only Clark. God, he's so frickin' cheesy. And god help her she needed to stop thinking it was cute. But she is smiling again.]

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[He steps in behind her, gently taking the keys out of the door where she's left them, and placing his other hand down on her shoulder so that he can guide her far enough through for him to close it behind them.]

You seemed so put out about not being able to use the garden at night, I thought I'd bring it inside instead. A night under the stars.

[And he switches the lights off, and turns up the dimmers on the ceiling. Tiny pinpricks of light shine through the curtain of black that hangs across it. Fake stars over their fake lawn. The curtains are pulled shut to keep the last of the day's sunshine out.

He hasn't even had time to change into something more appropriate, so cape it is.]

Happy birthday, Lois.

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[Lois just stares, hazel eyes wide, more than a little shocked.

Sometimes he's a complete dork. Sometimes he's a pain in the neck, broody, overprotective, occasionally slightly clingy, and frequently oblivious. Sometimes he's irritatingly self-sacrificing, emotionally distant, a little uneasy in either role he plays and way too evasive.

And then, frequently, he's incredibly sweet and considerate. Sometimes he's even clever with his attempts at romance and sometimes, he's charming.

She takes a slightly step forward, though not out of reach. Staring up at the ceiling, looking around realizing what he tried to do, she turns back to stare up at him. Her heart-rate's jumped, and she almost opens her mouth to say something before thinking better of it--mostly because she doesn't know what to say. Just when she thinks she's got him pinned, that she knows whatever he might think of, he has to go and surprise her again.

Sometimes, he's simply breathtaking.]

Clark, I--

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[Sora is no stranger to Sector 4's ice cream shop, and today he spots a new face hunched over his favorite display. She could be planning something for a friend. Or maybe she's just got a major sweet tooth like he does. Either way, if his hunch is right, maybe he can offer his well-trained cake-pickin' expertise. Have no fear, Lois. Sora's got this.]

If you wanna try the best, go for Strawberry Passion. It's got red velvet cake in the middle with bits of graham crackers and loads of strawberries all packed in the middle.

Or the Triple Fudge Midnight Delight if you're more into chocolate.

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[Lois purses her lips, looking thoughtful. She glances at the kid--huh. Now that is... hair.

Sorry, Sora, she hasn't met a Square Enix denizen yet.]

I've always been a Rocky Road kinda gal, myself. Something between those two sounds pretty good, though. Know anything about the the selection of Cookies'n'Cream like cakes?

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[Wait 'til she sees the talking dog and duck he's partners with.]

[Oho- so that's the kind of person Lois is. Rocky Road's pretty high up on his list too. Not a bad choice]

Sure do. Now lemme ask you this one. [It may not seem relevant to Cookies'n'Cream, but there's a method to his madness. Really.]

Vanilla or Mint?

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[Bah, Donald and Goofy are less weird, in a way. She's dating an alien. But hair that defies all laws of physics? That is weird.]

[Lois' eyebrows go up at that question. Her retort is quick and almost arch.]

Wild cherry, more like.

[Beat.]

Though I suppose mint's still better than vanilla.

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[Conner sees the post, and would have replied until he suddenly remembered the important date. Well, they do say actions speak louder than words. And Conner's been taught to be a man of action.

Within a few minutes he's picked some wild flowers, wrapped them in newspaper, and then spent a couple minutes more listening for her voice to locate her.

And then he's at the door of the ice-cream shop, entering the place and immediately finding her familiar face amongst the other patrons. He smiles and makes his way towards her.]

[[OOC: Gosh, I should have tagged this already, I'm sorry!]]

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[[OOC: Ahaha, that's fine.]]

[Congratulations, Conner, you are the first of the four in particular she has in mind to get out of the doghouse.

Lois smiles brightly when she sees him, and rolls her eyes with slight fond exasperation at the flowers. Kent boys.

Even if she's still mad at one of them right now.]

Hello, Conner. Chocolate or strawberry, which you do like better?

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Er...I'll take strawberry, thanks. [Always so straight forward, the Lois Conner knew has always managed to throw him off, and it appears to be the same case here.]

Um, so! Happy Birthday! [He smiles sheepishly as he presents the flowers to her.] Sorry, these are the prettiest ones I could find. But Ma says these kind are very resilient. They grow even in the toughest environments.

[In Conner speak, that was supposed to be a complement.]

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Help yourself--just don't inhale the whole thing. Some of it's going home with me. [Lois waves at the two cakes lazily.

Raising her eyebrows, Lois gives him a sidelong look.]

What is it with you Kent boys and overselling gifts? I'm not going to plant them or anything.