Closed RP: Hakkai, Sanzo, Gojyo. Another unhappy birthday. <3

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((Backdated to November 29th. Probably won't contain much wrongness, but will have swearing and possibly some wangst, so plz don't read if that bothers you~.))

It had taken a bit of practise over the course of a few days, but Gojyo was finally able to figure out how to get the Room of Requirement to do what he wanted it to. The end result was a stable with a fully stocked bar on one side, and a karaoke setup on the other. The plush toy cow he'd bought weeks earlier had been transfigured into a real cow, had a big red bow tied around her neck and a smaller bow tied on the end of her tail, and was put in one of the stalls where she would stay until her new owner showed up.

Hakkai had stupidly generously volunteered to be the one to talk Sanzo into coming to his own birthday party, and that gave Gojyo enough time to request the rest of what was needed from a convenient house-elf and finish hanging the obnoxious party decorations. Sanzo would undoubtedly loathe the entire thing as though it were torture. The thought made Gojyo smile.

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Gojyo had the conflicting urges to both take Sanzo's errant hand and guide it upward so that they might continue where they'd left off several weeks ago, and also to smack it away, hopefully embarrassing Sanzo in the process. It was probably for the best that the decision was made for him when Mr. Gay (http://pics.livejournal.com/perverted_kappa/pic/0019xys5) Sanzo moved his hand of his own accord.

"C'mon, you don't even wanna try? You can't be any worse than Baldy." He reached for his own cigarettes and lit one. "Or are you saying you prefer to be a groupie?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. He knew all too well that Hakkai couldn't be goaded into doing things as Sanzo could be sometimes, but regardless, Gojyo couldn't help poking fun at him a little.

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"I'm not bald." Sanzo blew smoke in Gojyo's direction, then propped one elbow on the bar and leaned his head on his hand. "You don't sing at all?" he asked Hakkai. He was trying to picture Hakkai as a groupie, and the mental image made him snicker a little.

His glass was empty, but judging from the way his vision was blurring, he probably didn't need any more alcohol. "Is there any coffee left?"

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"Well, given those options, then. . . ah, should I start looking into designing some t-shirts for you two, do you think?" He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head again. "Not really," he replied, giving Sanzo a shy smile. "Or not very often, at the very least. I think it might be better that way, to be honest -- your ears would thank me."

He reached over and picked up the half-full coffee pot, pouring a mug for Sanzo and placing it in front of him. "Here you are. I might have to go track down a house-elf for some more coffee later," Hakkai said absently. "Ah, is there anything else you'd like to do, Sanzo? Perhaps you two should go sing another song?"

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Sanzo was obviously more than a little out of it if he failed to catch Gojyo's meaning, and it seemed pointless to explain that it was a derogatory term for a monk, so Gojyo simply continued smirking and said nothing more of it.

"Pass, on the t-shirts. You could knit our 'band' some scarves, though," Gojyo said, only half-joking. What with the colder weather, having a scarf would be useful. (As long as it wouldn't be one huge scarf they'd all have to share... at the same time.)

"Hey, I almost forgot." He stood up and circled around to the other side of the bar, got out his lighter and leaned down, holding the flame to each of the twenty-something candles on the cake in turn. Once they were all lit, he lifted the cake to the bartop and set it before Sanzo. "Time to make a wi~sh, Sanzo. And don't spit when you blow 'em out. I don't want any saliva icing."

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"If you were going to do t-shirts, we'd need a name for the band," Sanzo commented idly, then seemed to realize what he was saying. "But we're not a band, so it doesn't matter," he added, with a mental slap to the forehead. Definitely too much alcohol if he was saying stupid shit like that out loud.

He watched with a skeptical expression on his face as Gojyo brought out the cake. It didn't look lopsided or burned, so the kappa must have either had help or had someone else bake it. He glared at Gojyo, tempted to ask why he was so picky, since he didn't seem to mind sharing his saliva under different circumstances. He managed to keep that thought to himself. Just barely.

Sanzo looked at the cake and sighed. "This is stupid you know." But despite his words, he paused for a moment, then blew out the candles. There was a very small, almost secretive smile on his face.

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"That's a rather good idea, actually." Hakkai looked a little thoughtful for a moment, most likely thinking of the most suitable colors of yarn. "Maybe I also ought to knit some mittens or beanies, as well. What about sweaters with your initials on them, if you're not going to become involved with the music industry?" He figured he would have to gently remind Sanzo and Gojyo to make use of anything he made for them every time they would go out, but he didn't really seem to mind that fact all that much.

After Sanzo blew the candles out, Hakkai noted the small smile with mild curiosity, nearly tempted to ask about it but deciding otherwise. Shrugging to himself, he pulled out a stack of a few plates and placed them on the counter; he plucked out the spent candles, setting them aside on a spare plate. "Gojyo and I weren't entirely sure what sort of cake you would like," he explained lightly, almost apologetically, "so we thought it would be safest to make a vanilla cake. I hope that's all right with you."

Hakkai produced a knife because all mass murderers happen to have them on hand and placed that on the bartop, as well. Smiling warmly, he asked, "Isn't it customary for the birthday boy to make the first cut in his own birthday cake?"

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Though it probably didn't make much sense for Gojyo to refer to Hakkai as 'mom' whenever he went off acting like a parent and housewife in one, considering the only mother figure Gojyo'd known as a child had never been too concerned about him, he did so anyway. "Yes, mom, that'd be great," he teased, grinning a little despite the sarcastic tone he used. "Just what I've always wanted. A sweater with my name on it."

In response to Sanzo's comment, he shrugged. "It's tradition. Just do it." He also noticed the smile, and likewise decided against commenting about it. He'd give Sanzo a temporary break from being mocked, since he'd cooperated so well and hadn't slobbered all over the cake. Kissing was one thing. Gojyo just didn't want to eat spit-cake, thank you very much. Walking back around the bar, he returned to his seat and waited for one of them to start cutting.