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[notsolomon]

Who: William Twining/notsolomon & you
When: OOC 3/13, IC: 6/6
Where: His and Kevin's apartment/the shopping district
What: For people who either want to celebrate his birthday or touch base with him after the last event. Or whatever your heart desires.
Rating/Warning: None



I: Apartment

[So today was his birthday. William had been so preoccupied that he had forgotten about the date until Kevin had reminded him. When he woke up that morning, William found that his feelings about the day were rather complicated. Especially since his last birthday had seen a complete upheaval in one of the very foundation stones of his life.

That had been when he'd learned that Kevin wasn't who he had appeared to be. That Kevin wasn't the Kevin he'd known since childhood, but someone who had taken the original's place, like a cuckoo bird invading a nest. And there had been countless other deceptions tied into that, Kevin's being an Angel among them.

It had all worked out in the end and for the better, as their relationship was now much stronger. But the date was firmly etched into his mind, more bittersweet than something to celebrate.

Of course, William wasn't one to let himself dwell on such things and he quickly gained his bearings and decided to get prepared for the day. He couldn't go to London this year, but William was going to enjoy the day and all it brought with it, regardless of any negative associations.

Throughout the day he texts different friends, inviting them over for cake and snacks, because there's only so much he can eat on his own.]

II. Shopping District

[He's saved enough money that he can treat himself, so William's been hitting different stores all day. He's mainly thinking of buying some books and a few video games, though mostly he's been window shopping here and there.

Despite having been in the city for a while, William still finds a bit of modern technology or some alien merchandise that surprises him. And he's staring at one particular thing now, whatever it is, one eyebrow raised.]

Whatever it is, they shouldn't advertise it with such an absurd slogan.

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[LITERALLY LATE TO THE PARTY WITH CAKE. MORE CAKE?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Oh, those ambivalent feelings will be the death of him. Kevin is terrible at socializing, but Master William is so pleased...and invited way more guests than he had expected. Heck, some of them are even human! Kevin can't quite decide whether he should be jealous or relieved. Master William has found new friends! Who would guess? Maybe, just maybe, those intruders will not steal Kevin's most important person away from him.

Not to mention young master is now eighteen years old! And still a bachelor at that. Kevin can't help but feel a little accomplished. A bachelor and a virgin. That means the angel is doing something right, doesn't it? But this is not the time and place to shed sappy tears in a corner. Oh no. Unable to take young master to London, and fully aware of how disastrous their last trip was, Kevin Cecil decides to do what Kevin Cecil does best: overcompensate like crazy. Which, in this case, takes the form of fancy food as far as the eye can see, a sinfully delicious birthday cake, a rare science book he bought with money he didn't spend on gambling, and last but not least, every eighteen years old boy's dream: an adorable horse plushie.

Okay, so he probably got the last one for himself.]

Happy Birthday, Master William ~

[He singsongs the cheerful words in his melodious voice. The tune soft and warm enough to the point that he is not embarrassing himself for once.]

[notsolomon]

[This day wouldn't be complete without the person who had been by his side the longest. Kevin being with him was as a traditional as a cake or presents and probably even more important.

And Kevin had put a lot of effort into it this year, no doubt to make up for everything. And because he was as proud as any parent would be. Which was almost a little embarrassing, but William's usually grinchy heart was warmed for one.]

Thank you. Another celebration with you makes it feel more like home.

[He hefted the book which was quite heavy.]

I'm surprised you managed to find this. I think we have a copy of this, but somehow it's always checked out and I'm never on duty when it's returned.

[A conspiracy against him.]

And... we'll find some where for the horse.

[William would have been more embarrassed if he didn't know it was probably a gift Kevin had gotten himself.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[ Now he is feeling all sappy again. Well, sappier. Young master has that effect on him. ]

Home is wherever you are, sir.

[ As for the book, he may have intruded upon some people's memories to locate it, but young master doesn't need to know that part, does he? ]

Oh...I seem to have an affinity with ancient things. And the cards were not as...alluring this month. [Here, have a distracting piece of cake. ] Did you enjoy the horse, then?

[Look, it was totally not for him. But if William is okay with that, he is going to call it "Glitter Moon". ]

[babermetrics]

Dude, no kidding. I don't even know which parts you mean, 'cuz like, you're all from the past and stuff, so you could mean "the part where there's electric lights" or "the part where there's literal aliens just walking around downtown"! The second one ain't normal to me either!

[William, your butler may have some problems.]

[babermetrics]

Don't worry, you ain't in any polite company here.

[He eases off a little on his own tension once William reassures him. It's embarrassing, still, but—okay, cool, he trusts him. William's not mad or anything. He doesn't seem to think this other guy is a better friend, which he definitely is not! So . . . they're cool, sure. And it's not like Leon's not curious about the presents, so opening them in front of him was in fact the correct dialogue option there, congratulations.

He leans in to get a peek:]

I kinda wish you'd brought him something rude just to see the look on his face, y'know? Ha ha!

[notsolomon]

[No he really does't need to know that part. What's with you, Camio and the mind control/memory walking? Can't you just talk to people like... well normal people?

But since Kevin didn't mention his horrible gift gathering methods, William is just going to peacefully eat his delicious cake. Really, who needs a wife or girlfriend when you have this guy?]

Well you not gambling is almost a gift in itself...

[Oh and speaking of the horse. How to nicely put this...]

It isn't quite my taste, though the thought is appreciated. It is very well made though, like most things here.

[notsolomon]

Good. I know a decent place around here. Well decent probably is not a good selling point, but not a lot of it is up to my standards. But the pastries are good.

[notsolomon]

You know what!

[He is reminded suddenly of some very despicable, older female relatives who do that same type of smothering. A trauma he deeply wished to forget.]

...are you implying something?

[senseandcecilbility]

[It was just a little walk...in fifty four minds. Look, at least it was for a noble reason.]

I am glad you think so, sir! [Look, his lips are even trembling. He was a good butler, wasn't he? Please, pet him.

Fortunately, William successful distracts him with the shiny toy, which he quickly relieves him from, carefully tucking it under his arm.]

Indeed, sir. To think they can do all that without a proper workforce! ...Which reminds me, I believe we have just enough savings for better fitting clothes.

[After all, young master can't go on wearing his bankrupt sixteen years old suit anymore, can he? They have enough trouble without perverse weirdoes ogling his delicate and pale ankles.]

[notsolomon]

[William opens the first one and his eyes widen at the cake. It's not the most complex thing, but he's impressed all the same. It's not like William's ever made a cake, so it all seems like magic to him. Even though he could totally make a perfect one if he wanted to.]

Hah, I'm going to be eating cake forevr, thanks to you and Kevin. But that's fine. It just means there's more to share. Or not.

[Is cake bad for you? Well yes, but William can turn off the sensible part of his brain for a week or so and pretend it's a health food.

He opens the second box and is actually even more impressed. He picks up a little Lion and turns it over.]

Animals? So like fancier animal crackers? You shouldn't have put so much effort into them though...

[Still, William can't help but smile after a moment, because that did look like a lot of work. Especially for a short notice birthday announcement.]

Thank you though, Kazuya. No really, thank you. I appreciate it.

[And then he shot Leon a look, rolling his eyes.]

I am sure you can find something to mortify me with later. I have faith in your ability to do so.

[He really didn't want to think of what Kazuya could come up with when it came to an actual mortifying gift. He had the feeling it would be... something.]

[notsolomon]

[How about instead of being petted, William favors him with a bright smile. Because Kevin really does know how to make every day a special one. And he doesn't mean that in a sarcastic way.]

...clothing? Oh I suppose it has been a while. Though I do not know if I have actually gotten any taller since coming here.

[He wasn't the kind of person to get sad over being short, but it did seem stranger to him that he hadn't grown at all since coming here. He was at the right age for it. And his father hadn't been a short man. And much as he disliked to admit it, if the resemblance to Solomon held true enough, shouldn't that also weigh in favor him having grown a little more.

Curious...]

But yes, let us go do some clothes shopping. I was still getting used to how everything worked here, so I probably didn't make the best selections. And I think you could use a little wardrobe update too.

[notsolomon]

Oh, demanding huh?

[He supposed it wasn't surprising. He looked like the kind who took a mile for every inch and made sure you felt it.]

How old are you anyways? I somehow never asked.

[notsolomon]

...the aliens are not so bad honestly. Then again I am used to demons by now and they are kind of like aliens in the same sense. So you see, not so strange.

And besides, they probably think we're the aliens!

[If he thought about it that way, it helped. A lot.

And Kevin's problems are many, not included repressed perversion.]

[belfire]

Eheh, well... I was thinking about bringing him something silly...

[Kaz's smile was a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. Though it was probably best he didn't get a gag present, since the first one that had crossed his mind was a wedding catalogue which, considering his reaction to the whole "future husband" thing... yeaaaaaah, no. He would've ended up ruining the day even more, oops]

But, I'm glad you like it. I mean, I was kinda worried, like, short time frame and, uhm, I know it's all simple things but, if you think I put too much effort in, I mean... [Kaz was going curiously pink, though he looked strangely pleased despite his uncertain mumblings] A-Anyway! What I mean is, I'm happy you're happy! And I'll definitely bring a gag present next time, too. Like- oh~ I saw this thing once, in the Pleasure District. It was like a sweet shop but it was of rude stuff.

[And, because Leon looked to be the more worldly out of them all, Kaz turned to him;] You must've seen it too, right? That erotic sweet shop? With all that- [he made a vague gesture, as if encompassing all the unspeakably rude things within that shop like dick cake] -stuff.

[playboyknight]

I'm about making deals more so than demanding.

[Though he did love making things hard for others sometimes for fun, because he found it interesting.]

Oh? You're asking that now? I'm twenty-one.

[babermetrics]

[Before he's addressed directly, Leon spends these touching moments between friends on one's birthday thinking about how bad this Kazuya guy clearly has it for William and feeling a little bad for him. They definitely, definitely need to have a talk later . . .

But then the poor sad gay dude is talking right to him, and he gets with the program again—admittedly a little surprised that this guy's even been to the Pleasure District before? (Maybe he goes and requests robot hookers that look like William? Wait a sec, this is starting to get into "you're thinking about this way too much" territory.)

And actually, yeah, he does know the place in question.]

—Oh man, you should've totally done it! Yeah, yeah, I've been by that place before! I never went inside, 'cuz like, who just goes, "I'm craving a dick eclair" or something and walks in and buys one? That's the kinda place you only go for a joke, right? Who'd even eat a dick eclair? Ha ha ha!

[Wait, maybe that's offensive, considering the conclusions he's already reached about his audience, here . . . ]

—Uh, no offense, y'know, to guys who're into that?

[babermetrics]

[That does sound like a problem. Who represses their perversion? Someone needs to embrace that shit!]

So then what's the weirdest part to a guy like you?

[He pops another big bite of cake in his mouth. Other people's birthdays, man. This is the life. He's going to have to bring William something special, or especially embarrassing, or both.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[It is true. Kevin wonders if he is giving young master enough vitamins. More milk, he decides. Every day. There will be so much calcium in Master William's system he will grow taller than Dantalion. HA, wouldn't that annoy the shameless piece of trash?

But wait...]

Sir, I cannot possibly wear shorts!

[notsolomon]

[Can it be in the form of ice cream? But being taller than Dantalion? Now there was a thought. One that would probably have given William far too much pleasure if he'd had time to dwell on it.

He does raise an eyebrow though at that response.]

Who said anything about shorts? Sensible clothing. Sensible. For the both of us.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Ice creams for life. Kevin would be proud of giant William, looking down at the idiotic demon...]

One sees so much skin these days. [Even when he manages to avoid the pleasure district.] And so few ties!

[He will hold on to Glitter Moon and briefly mourn the demise of ties.]

[notsolomon]

It is the modern era though, so one needs to become used to that already, Kevin.

[And honestly, he had become used to Astaroth back home and her assets. And let's face, that's more woman than he's gonna see in his entire life.]

You can still wear suits Kevin. They have those here. It would just be a slightly different cut and fit than you are used to. Besides, you ought to look your best. It's a waste with your looks.

[notsolomon]

[Deals huh? Well that is perfectly fine. William is all about reasonable solutions. Assuming the other party is reasonable.]

Heh, for some reason I thought you were a little older than me.

[That's a relief honestly.]

[notsolomon]

...how is there even a shop like that?

[William, why are you even asking that? You know exactly what the answer is. There is a shop like that in this place. Because the modern era is full of perversion. So much perversion.

And also he's suddenly realizing how risky it is that they are talking about this, considering who his two conversation partners are. A demonic goofball who can find an embarrassing joke to tell in any situation and a wannabe playboy with only so much in the way of brains.

Oh dear. This is going to be very touch and go.]

And why would anyone be offended by that anyways? Most people are hardly into such a thing.

[More like any possible offense went over his head.]

[notsolomon]

The weird part is that I still don't know what we are technically. they rebuilt us from data, right? But I don't think that is what we are. But things can go wrong with us that shouldn't?

...it's almost like we transcended our humanity, but with none of the benefits.

[He has a few bits of cake, thinking on it.]

Though I might be over thinking it.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Well, that has the expected effect. Probably. Maybe. ]

Understood, young master. I shall keep up with the modern times as a proper servant of the Twining family. And I shall not disappoint you. Not at all. I shall showcase my heavenly looks for your benefit! ...Oh dear, I will end up dressing like that Mosley fellow, won't I?