[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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[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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[ He's cute when he isn't a gremlin. Still a little cute when he is. ]
Will do.