[Devon was kind of quiet the last couple of days leading up to Cellar's birthday; still texting, but not popping over to annoy her in person. The reason was weakly disguised in spending time with Ren or getting dicked down but in reality - he was trying to get her gift together. Which for a gremlin who can't wrap a paper box nicely, it took some trying. Who the hell has that as such an inherent talent? Anyway, it's just past 11:30 the night before when he's snuck into her room.
Along with a silver heart-shaped balloon tied down, there are three boxes:
The first is a thin gold rectangular box with orange and purple tissue paper covering a lounge set.
The second is a little greasy around the edges (oops) and contains some pancakes he just finished making, along with a set of small syrups in five different flavors: maple, blueberry, cinnamon, vanilla and chocolate. Taped to the box is a fork most definitely stolen from the dining tent.
And third is a round box with a lace-trimmed edge (he glued it on, thanks,) that has: tights, a knife, a framed photo of delphine and a handful of candybars he either brought with him from his room or stole from other tents.
Devon, on the other hand, is standing there waiting for her with his hands full with one other thing - texting awkwardly:]
where ru i might have made a mess in ur tent sorry
[ She's off sorta-partying, doing pre-birthday shenanigans that involve drinking, laughing and dancing. Cellar sees she has a text from Devon and excuses herself, rubbing Theo's arm while she finds a quieter place to text him back. Considering recent events involving eyes and blood on a borrowed skirt, ]
[ It won't take the full ten minutes, but first she's going to need to make out with Theo to be mentally prepared for assuming the worst. Then she'll show up at their tent on her own, arms crossed because It's Chilly At Night. ]
[Because he feels dumb waiting around. Dumber still for holding on to a bowl of fries with candles stuck in them. And he wants to make sure he lights them in time for her. And he almost doesn't, jolting when he notices someone coming and then holding the platter nervously.]
[Eyeroll the way a younger brother must eyeroll, he holds up the fry-bowl. There's colored wax dripping all over. The fries might already be cold. Will it matter? Probably not. He'll still eat them if she won't.]
I wanted to give you your shit early 'cause I know you're gonna be banging your boyfriend all day tomorrow.
[ She gives his shoulder a sisterly shove, slow and weak, still beaming at the surprise in his hands. Cellar holds some of her hair before leaning down to blow the candles, then takes the bowl to pick up one of the fries. Yeah, she's probably not eating these. Devon's healing factor does not apply to how sick she might get from possibly and accidentally eating colorful wax. ]
I'm gonna be too busy partying, thanks. And so are you, because you're going with me.
[ To the party and into her tent. She takes his wrist, leads him inside, and suddenly stops when she detects the pile of presents he snuck inside. ]
[She might not eat the fries but she's right about him not having any qualms about eating wax; he's chewing a handful while they walk in, brows rising and... a shrug. Of course they're from him. Baka.]
Cellar proceeds to open every present and becomes increasingly delighted by each one. The lounge set, pancakes (these ones she will eat), tights and knife, ending with candy bars and a squeal at Delphine's portrait. ]
How'd you even get this photo? Oh my god, c'mere—
[ She closes the distance, pulls him in for a tight hug, kissing the top of his head. ]
[Not said with any actual disgust, he smiles and hugs her back loosely; rolling his eyes in a way that clearly shows he's just as affectionate in return.]
She sat still for me. Like completely. Even with the lil' paper cross thing. She's a top tier model.
Right? Delphine's perfect. You're not so bad, either.
[ Now she ruffles his hair. Just a little bit, though. ]
Here, let me try these on.
[ The lounge set. Devon can get comfortable while she gets undressed, down to her underwear so she can put on the top and trousers. She brushes her palm over the fabric on her body. ]
[He does get comfortable, eating some more waxy fries as he watches her - with the bored eyes of a younger sibling and the attention of a lover who's split it between food and a hot body. Funny how those two things can mesh, with his low lidded gaze sharpening every so often to watch her curves.]
I was gonna get you a teddie but, I 'unno, this looked better. You like it?
[ She picks up one of the fries, looking like she's got the courage to chomp one down - and changes her mind, putting it in Devon's mouth instead. She boops his nose next. ]
I'll just have the pancakes. [ Grabbing the container, she drops down the bed (mattress), rolling up one of the pancakes to just. Eat it like that. Yep. She'll try the toppings later. ] Oh— [ Still chewing, ] They're good. Who made them?
[He's chewing on that last cold fry, before putting the plate aside and moving to crawl on closer to her. He hasn't had a single pancake himself, so he's stealing one right off the top. But to challenge her method of eating, he starts by peeling the ears off his pancake rabbit and eating them one by one.]
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( aug 19th -30 minutes )
Along with a silver heart-shaped balloon tied down, there are three boxes:
The first is a thin gold rectangular box with orange and purple tissue paper covering a lounge set.
The second is a little greasy around the edges (oops) and contains some pancakes he just finished making, along with a set of small syrups in five different flavors: maple, blueberry, cinnamon, vanilla and chocolate. Taped to the box is a fork most definitely stolen from the dining tent.
And third is a round box with a lace-trimmed edge (he glued it on, thanks,) that has: tights, a knife, a framed photo of delphine and a handful of candybars he either brought with him from his room or stole from other tents.
Devon, on the other hand, is standing there waiting for her with his hands full with one other thing - texting awkwardly:]
where ru
i might have made a mess in ur tent
sorry
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is it more blood
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pls
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okay fine i'm on my way
give me like
ten minutes?
[ It won't take the full ten minutes, but first she's going to need to make out with Theo to be mentally prepared for assuming the worst. Then she'll show up at their tent on her own, arms crossed because It's Chilly At Night. ]
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[Because he feels dumb waiting around. Dumber still for holding on to a bowl of fries with candles stuck in them. And he wants to make sure he lights them in time for her. And he almost doesn't, jolting when he notices someone coming and then holding the platter nervously.]
... Hi.
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Wait, this is — this is for me?
[ Hand on her chest. Yes, duh, of course it is, and she gradually smiles as she comes closer. ]
Oh my god, Devon, you put candles in—
[ Laughing, covering her mouth. He's so dumb for that. She kinda loves him. ]
Aww, thank you.
[ Does she blow the candles before midnight tho ]
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[Eyeroll the way a younger brother must eyeroll, he holds up the fry-bowl. There's colored wax dripping all over. The fries might already be cold. Will it matter? Probably not. He'll still eat them if she won't.]
I wanted to give you your shit early 'cause I know you're gonna be banging your boyfriend all day tomorrow.
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I'm gonna be too busy partying, thanks. And so are you, because you're going with me.
[ To the party and into her tent. She takes his wrist, leads him inside, and suddenly stops when she detects the pile of presents he snuck inside. ]
Are these — are these yours too?
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Open 'em and find out, nerd.
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[ If there ever was a sibling interaction…
Cellar proceeds to open every present and becomes increasingly delighted by each one. The lounge set, pancakes (these ones she will eat), tights and knife, ending with candy bars and a squeal at Delphine's portrait. ]
How'd you even get this photo? Oh my god, c'mere—
[ She closes the distance, pulls him in for a tight hug, kissing the top of his head. ]
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[Not said with any actual disgust, he smiles and hugs her back loosely; rolling his eyes in a way that clearly shows he's just as affectionate in return.]
She sat still for me. Like completely. Even with the lil' paper cross thing. She's a top tier model.
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Right? Delphine's perfect. You're not so bad, either.
[ Now she ruffles his hair. Just a little bit, though. ]
Here, let me try these on.
[ The lounge set. Devon can get comfortable while she gets undressed, down to her underwear so she can put on the top and trousers. She brushes her palm over the fabric on her body. ]
It's so soft.
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I was gonna get you a teddie but, I 'unno, this looked better. You like it?
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[ She walks over, hands on each side of Devon's munching face, and presses a kiss to his forehead. ]
You're the best. And that can't taste good.
[ Wax fries, blegh. She's laughing. ]
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You'd be surprised. It's like - extra fiber?
[Chomp chomp.]
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Fiber where, you dork.
[ She picks up one of the fries, looking like she's got the courage to chomp one down - and changes her mind, putting it in Devon's mouth instead. She boops his nose next. ]
I'll just have the pancakes. [ Grabbing the container, she drops down the bed (mattress), rolling up one of the pancakes to just. Eat it like that. Yep. She'll try the toppings later. ] Oh— [ Still chewing, ] They're good. Who made them?
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[He's chewing on that last cold fry, before putting the plate aside and moving to crawl on closer to her. He hasn't had a single pancake himself, so he's stealing one right off the top. But to challenge her method of eating, he starts by peeling the ears off his pancake rabbit and eating them one by one.]
I made the biggest mess. Don't tell anyone.
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[ She's definitely going to make him do it more often. ]
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[Especially when it's just ADHD powering you to make little faces on a griddle.]
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Wanna do it more often? Bet you'll be real popular, especially if you make them this cute all the time.
[ She loves the pancakes she's chomping, okay. ]
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[He doesn't care about popularity - he'll just make them for her.]
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What, if I texted you tomorrow asking for pancakes, you'd bring some? Nicely, of course.
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[But yeah, he'd probably do it.]
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[ Should totally be easy next time. She bumps her head and shoulder against him affectionately. ]
Thanks. Seriously, this means a lot.
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[Baka.]
You gotta show me what haul you get tomorrow.
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