Backdated to Wednesday! Open Party RP.

[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

October 25th.

The date flickered into Ryuuji's head, letters of bright blue against a black expanse of nothingness, then circled themselves insistantly in red, demanding his attention.

October 25th.

His eyes suddenly widening, Ryuuji uncurled, standing up without any problems and dusting himself off. To Terry and Oz, he announced (without any seeming surprise at their presence), "It's Seto's birthday today. We need to throw him a party."

Pause. "And then I ought to probably check on Kaiba Corp. Seto's going to kill me if he comes back to find out his company went under because nobody was running it. And make sure his board of directors don't find out he's popcorn because then they'll just try to start another hostile takeover."

Tone absolutely normal, plucking at the hoodie he was wearing as if not quite aware of it specifically but subconciously not happy with the unfashionableness of his attire, "Oz, can you command the House Elves to get a cake ready? They'll probably listen to you since you're a Prefect. Terry, you can help me decorate the Popcorn Room with streamers and stuff, right?"

Ryuuji hadn't been in there since seeing Mokuba's and Seto's names on the plaque.

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[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

"Don't tempt to go find Mokie's age-changing chocolates and age myself down for this. I get the feeling that being seven for Seto's nineteenth birthday party wouldn't be exactly the most logical move on my part." Ryuuji flipped his ponytail and took a step back to admire the letters. "Pretty!"

This party was going to be great, even if only the three of them were there. It wasn't about having lots of attendees, after all. It was about having some form of closure, a neat snap finish that would cauterize the emotional wound and let him function without hurting until they came back.

[tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com]

"Oh I don't know. I think there's some sort of poetic justice to it. You'd make a cute seven year old. You'd probably be a holy terror. But cute."

He slumped into a chair and stretched out his legs. "You'd get more fun out of the games."

[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

"Tch, you just want to stop being twenty. Old man Terry, with hair that's going to turn grey and pretty skin that'll get all wrinkled." He pronounced the last word in a tone of mock-dread, flopping down on Terry's lap without any hesitation and tracing over Terry's cheeks as if to line out where the wrinkles would go.

Lips quirked into an amused smile, he leaned back against Terry and looked around the room, "And you know, my world isn't exactly like yours. Adults and teens can have fun with games and win lots of money for it. Games aren't kiddie stuff there, it's life-and-death." Literally.

[tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com]

"I have a pretty good idea of what I'll look like when I'm old. And I won't end up too badly." He paused. "You're not going to age unnaturally slow, are you? Because then I'll be off young'uns. And that won't be fair to them." Cause he knew that if Bruce could still kick ass into his 80's, he could too.

One arm wrapped around Ryuuji's waist and Terry half smiled at the way his lap had just been commandeered. "And pin the tail on the donkey has never been life or death. Stick the pin back into the old time grenade... now that'll put some life in you."

[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

"Dude, grey hair and wrinkles don't suit anyone." Ryuuji teased, comfortably cuddling into Terry, squirming just a little to get comfortable. The question about aging unnaturally slowly made him pause for a second, because really, that was pretty much hard to predict where he was concerned. Just look at his father, after all!

So instead of answering directly, he brushed a kiss over Terry's lips, "How about we worry about that when we come to it, huh? Worst comes to worse, you get called a pedophile and deal with having a sex drive that's drastically lower than mine."

Pause, and Ryuuji tilted his head to a side questioningly, "Wait, fending off young'uns? What?"

The mention of the grenade made him laugh and shake his head, "Yeah, well, your world just doesn't take games seriously enough. How do you know there might not be dynamite rigged behind the wall so that it'll collapse on you regardless of whether you get it right or wrong?"