[ Ahiru's Birthday Party - Open Log ]

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When; Saturday, May 10th
Rating; G-PG? Unless someone causes trouble.
Characters; Open to All
Summary; The Opera Abandoned opens it doors to the City for the day, shelter from the rainstorm and a cheery atmosphere within - food, cakes, decorations, music---all arranged by the Host Club and a few of Ahiru's close friends---all for the sake of celebrating Ahiru's 16th birthday as the very first birthday and birthday celebration the girl has ever had.
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On the biggest table in the largest hall of the Opera was a large array of foods and drinks, all spread out on a long white cloth. And in the center stood two cakes, side by side.

Fakir leaned off to the side by the wall, arms crossed and his serious expression contrasting the cheerful white and yellow streamers and balloons that adorned the enclosure. He wasn't really looking forward to enduring the noisy and social gathering that was about to ensue, but this had been what Ahiru wanted to experience. And even if he wanted nothing more than to slink off somewhere alone, he had a duty to be present...and protect the Opera residents, if necessary.

Not that he wasn't also curious as to how the redhead would react when she finally arrived.The Host Club had certainly put a lot of work into this, for which he was grateful. The ex-knight didn't have much knowledge about parties and the like, but they certainly seemed to have outdone themselves. He wished he could have done more, but anything in a normal social life was pretty much alien to him.

Fakir sighed, crossing one leg across the other--and winced when his foot came in contact with something. The culprit--a plastic pink bird-- toppled to the floor and he scowled at it.

Really. Weren't the pink flamingos a bit much? Ahiru liked birds well enough, but the damn things were everywhere.

[ ooc: This can be comment logged or action post logged, whichever you prefer! (I did an action post part above, but don't feel like you have to do the same if you want to go the simple route.) ♥ I didn't elaborate too much on what the Host Club prepared, since I didn't have anything too clear, so feel free to do so yourselves if you wish, HC members! And if there's anything I need to change/edit, do let me know. Thank you! ]

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"...Yes. They know more about these...social parties." He stressed the term with a slight air of distaste. "And personally, I think they went overboard with--"

He cut off suddenly, blinking at the redhead, brows furrowing together in puzzlement. "...Rejected? ...Hah?"

...Was she talking about the silly love letter? Hadn't that...been a fake? Created by her friends? ...Yes, he recalled that she said "Pique and Lilie" had written it--and then Uzura had found it and brought it straight to him.

So what in the world was this about?

[quackingly.livejournal.com]

"Well, um, remember when I wanted you to write a story for Mytho?" She laughed a little, rubbing the back of her head. "See, I think they thought I was going to tell you I had...feelings for you, or something. And they thought for sure you'd say you didn't, so they put up decorations in my room and lots of broken hearts and those silly glasses with the big noses and the mustaches? ...They didn't know I was mad about something else, so it didn't really help, but it was nice of them anyway."

She then straightened, skipping out more towards the center of the room. "But this is really nice! I don't think it's overboard at all, it looks wonderful! I think even you will have a good time, Fakir."

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...What kind of friends throw a party when they think you're rejected? Fakir scowled. "Doesn't sound nice to me, at all."

He felt a strong surge of dislike toward her friends, not that ever liked either of them to begin with--particularly that annoying blonde one. They sounded more like they enjoyed antagonizing her than actually being friendly or supportive.

The dark-haired young man raised an eyebrow as she trotted off, then scoffed at her comment. "Well, as long as you approve, since it's meant to be for you in the first place. I'm just here to keep an eye on things."

More or less to make sure no one came in and tried to attack anyone. But there was no need to tell her that.

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She turned around to look at Fakir with a pout, crossing her arms. "They thought I'd be really depressed, so they were trying to cheer me up! It was nice!

"...Keep an eye on things? Like a manager at a restaurant?"

[sword-and-quill.livejournal.com]

Mocking your friends meant you were trying to cheer them up now? Huh. No wonder he never bothered to make any. "Somehow I doubt that blonde nuisance had anything remotely nice in mind. I've seen enough of her sadistic antics from when she was here in the city to vouch for that."

...Like a manager in a restaurant? Well, as long as she didn't suspect what he was really doing, that would make things easier. And hopefully prevent any arguments. "Something like that, I suppose."

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"Lilie? Oh, yeah, she was in the City for a little bit while I was here, right?" She scratched her head. "I think she means well, she just...has an odd way of showing she cares."

[sword-and-quill.livejournal.com]

"...Hn. Well I don't believe it." And he didn't. After all, that girl was positively thrilled about the idea of war when it came up in a curse, gushing about how dramatic and wonderful it was. Fakir was more than thankful that she was gone from the City. And he wasn't dare going to think any more about that blonde monster, especially that curse that made him... Eugh.

Time for a subject change. "So...did you want a piece of cake or anything?"

...Swift. Bring up cake of all things after her failed experiment the other day. Fakir mentally smacked a hand to his head.

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Ahiru blinked, then suddenly smiled. "A cake?? You have a cake for me? Did Mytho make it? His cakes were so pretty!"

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He blinked, surprised by her reaction. "...There's two, actually. This way." After pausing in indecision for a brief moment, he reached out and took her hand, leading her toward the main banquet table where he promptly released her fingers and gestured toward the frosted cakes. "...The smaller one there is from Kuromi. And the other was a group effort from Rue, Mytho, and I."

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"Two cakes?!" Ahiru squealed with delight. She happily held Fakir's hand in hers and followed him, 'oooh'ing and 'aaah'ing over the cakes. "Kuromi made this one? It's so cute! I love the ballet slippers! And the one you guys made is so tall and pretty! You must have enough to feed a ton of people!"

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Fakir cleared his throat. It was nice to see her so happy, but at the same time, her enthusiasm was really starting to make him feel embarrassed somehow. "...Well, yeah. The Host club kind of left this as an open invitation to the whole city. And you like sweets anyway, so..."

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Ahiru's mouth dropped, and she starred at Fakir as if he'd somehow announced he was going to move to New York and change his name to Cindy. "You...invited the whole City? You agreed to that??"

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"No," he retorted almost on instinct. "I abhor the idea of letting people freely walk in here on a whim. However... since I already asked the Host Club for help and that idiot blonde couldn't see things my way, I decided not to make a big deal about it." Openly, anyway, his mind added silently. Fakir sighed. "I didn't want to ruin it for you by causing a fight or something. And I'm here to make sure nothing goes wrong. Does that clarify things?"

...He really didn't like explaining himself like this, but hopefully she'd let the subject die now.

[quackingly.livejournal.com]

"...Oh." Poor Fakir. He wasn't really that happy about this, was he? He was always having to compromise for her...

Ahiru made sure to smile for him. "I see. Well, I'm glad you were able to work things out with Tamaki. I'm really, really happy."

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Mytho, cook book presents in hand, just stood by and watched Ahiru and Fakir shyly for a moment. He felt a bit awkward, like he was spying on something personal, but he did want to give Ahiru her wrapped gifts.

Or...was he supposed to set them aside somewhere? Suddenly, the prince was a bit confused and wondered if he was doing it wrong, so he carefully looked around and tried to figure it out.

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It took Ahiru a moment while she was babbling to notice the white-haired prince, but when she saw him she immediately grinned and ran over to him. "MYTHO!! Thank you so much for the cake, it's wonderful!"

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He blinked, surprised for a moment, then smiled warmly at Ahiru and pointed out, "Rue and Fakir helped, it wasn't just me. But you are more than welcome. It was pleasure to bake for you."

Then, reserved, he lifted the books wrapped in shiny yellow paper and white bows and asked, "Where should I leave your gifts?"

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"Oh, I know!" she said with a nod. "I just said thank you to you since you were here. I'll say thank you to Rue when I see her, too!"

Presents? Presents? Mytho had gotten her presents!! Ahiru looked around, trying to figure out where they should be put. She didn't really know how these things were normally done...

Well, Fakir was the "manager", wasn't he? He'd know.

"Fakir?? "

[sword-and-quill.livejournal.com]

Jeez. Did she have to be so damn loud?

Fakir walked over to the pair, nodding to Mytho once in greeting and then crossing his arms. "What's the problem?"

[schwanprinz.livejournal.com]

Mytho looked at Fakir, slightly apologetic with the tilt of his head, as he lifted the books and said, softly, "I only wanted to know where to put these."

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Inwardly wondering if he was still appearing intimidating somehow, Fakir relaxed his stance, letting his hands fall loose at his sides. Considering the request, he looked around the enclosure before facing Mytho again. "...I don't think there's a specific place. Not that I know of, anyway." He gestured toward the redhead. "You can just give them to her, if you like."

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"Oh! I'm...I'm supposed to take them?" She blushed, laughing with embarrassment. "I thought...ack, I'm sorry, I don't know how to do these things at all."

[schwanprinz.livejournal.com]

Mytho didn't find Fakir intimidating, he just felt a bit guilty for Fakir having to be called over when Mytho had brought the gifts. But, well.... "Do you want to take them, Ahiru? Maybe we could find a place instead, so you don't have to carry them all," Mytho suggested, trying to imagine Ahiru carrying around all of the gifts brought in for her.

No...that would not do.

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"Um, I'd like them! But we can find a table, too, for after I unwrap them...?" She turned around looking through the other guests and the maze of flamingos to try to find an empty table.

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"Do you want to unwrap them now?" Mytho asked, then had to turn to Fakir and ask, "Is that appropriate? Or are they opened later?" Mytho was just as confused by this birthday stuff as anyone else.