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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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"Cupcakes." Ryuuji confirmed, because at least those they could agree on. A casual summoning of the shadows, and they curled around a plate of them, bringing them over to hover at about eye level in front of Ryuuji. Curling up from the ground much like a pillar, the plate rested on them so that Ryuuji could pick one out (they were decorated with white vanilla icing with the blue KC logo picked out also in icing) and unwrap it from its frilled paper skirt.

That done, he twisted around a little to hold it to Terry's mouth, apparently intent on hand-feeding him. "It's chocolate!"

"I don't see chocolate icing." He arched a brow. "These aren't enchanted cupcakes, right?" And then, with a half squint of concentration and a half murmured spell, he released the little cantrip that Ryuuji'd shown him for testing his food products.

And they'd be perfectly normal cupcakes -- or at least, nearly perfectly normal. There'd be just a little Cheering elixer mixed in with them, just enough to boost a person's mood a little.

"They're happy-making cupcakes." Ryuuji said brightly, and licked at the icing happily before trying to poke it into Terry's mouth again, "So it doesn't matter they're not chocolate!"

He couldn't help the momentary wicked look and slight snicker, shifting slightly while keeping Ryuuji balanced easily with one hand - knowing he really wasn't doing the work.

"You want me happy?"

But he still took a bite, licking - actually lapping - at the icing first and then sinking his teeth, leaving a few crumbs on his lips.

"Always!" Because that was the truth. Ryuuji always did want to have Terry happy, always wanted to be the one making Terry happy. And there were crumbs on Terry's lips, so he leaned in just a little to lick them off, then settled down again, leaning against Terry's shoulder like an extra-large stuffed toy, all warm and cuddly.

He poked at Terry's lips with the cupcake again, a little icing smearing over his thumb and tipping it with white vanilla. "Eat more? They're really good."

"How about... I eat more if you'll come take a shower and clean up and put on something that I'll want to pull right off - reapply your make-up." His hand went up, thumb hovering just under the line that ran from Ryuuji's eye to his cheek.

Ryuuji tilted his head back a little, just from pure instinct. He hated anyone touching that scar, and even though Terry wasn't touching it yet, his thumb was too close to it. The waterproof line hadn't disappeared yet, Ryuuji's body knowing to draw it on auto-pilot, just as he'd known what to do when pushed into a shower, so the scar was still thankfully concealed.

A little sombre, just because he couldn't help but be like that whenever that scar came near being touched, thanks to all the memories associated with it, Ryuuji agreed quietly, "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want."

He caught the change in tone and closed his eyes. "Hey." It was said softly. "I just thought Seto would appreciate you looking you best - and suitably unatainable." It was a very old argument, but Terry didn't know what else to offer. Ryuuji close to catatonic and locked inside his mind was still too close for Terry to be able to handle a shift in mood easily.

He rubbed Ryuuji's back, reaching his hand up to nestle in the dark hair flowing down. "You could dress me."

Ryuuji laughed quietly at that, glancing around at the indistinguishable popcorn cases. "Mmm. Then maybe I'd better put the fishnets on for him, not that popcorn can see."

"You look gorgeous, love. You always do." Ryuuji told Terry, nuzzling against the hand in his ponytail. It felt a little too loose, inexpertly done -- clearly, Ryuuji hadn't been aware enough to do his own hair, even though washing himself and hiding the scar had been instinctive for him.

"Gorgeous? Must be the genes. I don't think you're supposed to look gorgeous after living in a blanket tent for a week."

Wrapping his arms around Ryuuji and ignoring the cupcake. "You really are better now?" And then softer. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Stop blaming it on the genes. You're gorgeous 'cause you're you." Ryuuji flipped his ponytail and then stuck out his tongue for a second impishly, "And what, are you saying that I'm not gorgeous just because I've been living in a blanket tent too?"

Taking a bite out of the cupcake since Terry didn't seem to want it, Ryuuji smiled up at him, eyes soft and thankful, "I really am better, yeah, and there's nothing you need to do. I'm fine, and if I worried you, I'm sorry."

Backdated to Wednesday! Open Party RP.

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