OPEN LOG; Ongoing, Party get!

[nin-nin-nin.livejournal.com]

When; TODAY, CHRISTMAS
Rating; PG-13, if only for language.
Characters; Flonne [nin_nin_nin], Laharl [meteor_impact], Envy [theenviousone], and like I said, it's a total open log so EVERYONE CAN COMMENT, THREAD, etc. S-She's prepared for guests so feel free to crash as you'd like.
Summary; Flonne wants a Christmas party with her friends! ♥ But when her not-so-bff Envy is involved, will it all go just as planned or not as planned?
Log; Flonne was so excited just for today! Ever since she had learned of the holiday, she'd been rushing around in excitement to prepare that one special holiday of the year. Christmas! ...Well, sure, she didn't really know what it all meant. She did know of the fat man in red who rode around delivering presents while driving a flying sleigh lead by reindeer. Apparently he squeezed himself into chimenys too!

Even if it didn't make sense, Flonne came from the Netherworld, where making sense was optional and not a requirement for day-to-day life. She had just finished setting out the fried shrimp--which was catered instead of made, thanks to the last incident with her preparing the meal. She thought Laharl might be playing video games in the other room, hoping maybe he'd stop for a while to talk to people. It was idealistic, but perhaps a bit much to hope for.

"Laharl!" She shouted cheerily from the other room. "They're gonna be here any minute, so make sure you're ready!" She clapped her hands, waiting for a guest or two to arrive.

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[thewrathfulone.livejournal.com]

He frowned in confusion, clearly not grasping the idea just yet. "All...right" He muttered slowly. If Envy was playing it, it had to be all right...right?

Wrath wandered over and plopped down on the couch beside Envy with as much force as he could muster, bouncing once before settling back down.

"Envy, your hair's in the way. I can't see" Wrath moved to reach up and tug at one of Envy's hair strands, annoyed.

[theenviousone.livejournal.com]

He was irritated at Wrath making a nuisance of himself and showed it. "If you can't see, then move." he shrugged him off.

Wondering if it would be enough to shut him up, he handed him the controller. "Here, you try it."

He always had the handheld game Arion had given him if he wanted to play something. Wrath wasn't getting his hands on that.

[meteor-impact.livejournal.com]

On the far other end of the couch, Laharl just kept quiet. He was very quickly getting a 'brat' vibe from the newcomer, and thus was doing his best to ignore him. The Overlord was even more so starting to think he should have found a way out of this.

Well, at least there was food. He began to munch on the cookies he'd snagged, but paused eyeing the one he'd just bitten into critically. It... wasn't bad... and by bad he meant unedible... but... he also was pretty sure this isn't how these cookies were supposed to taste.

"Oi, Flonne," Laharl suddenly pipped up, "...Did you bake these cookies?"