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Who: Desco and everyone she has ever talked to
Where: Desco's house / Backdated to July 20th
Summary: Desco turns four.
Warnings: Desco.

Desco, besides being alarmingly adorable, is also alarmingly greedy, which is why, early on the morning of the 20th, she goes ahead and calls everyone she knows.

"Desco is turning four today, so come and give her presents! No presents means no cake!"

The imperious command is accompanied by Desco's very best shiny puppy eyed look, which is how she knows people will show up!

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"...no."

Sorry, Desco. Brainstorm is immune to puppy-eyes.

Smile smile.

"You don't have to play hard to get, Mr. Smooth!"

"I am not playing anything, I have no interest in this event and do not wish to participate in such ridiculousness."

A pause.

"And my name is Brainstorm, not 'Mr. Smooth'. We've been over this."

Desco pauses for thought, one crimson claw clicking against her fangs.

"Now that Desco thinks about it, Mr. Brainstorm probably wouldn't even fit inside her house, would he?"

[Sam blinks and stares for a minute. Oh. Right. Birthdays were a thing.]

...You're only four?

Desco nods, smiling cheerfully.

"Uh huh! Desco knows she said she was seven, but she's still really bad at human calendars!"

Right.

[He sighs. Why did he have to know this girl, again?]

And what did you say you wanted, a present? What sort of things do you even want? More skulls for your chair?

Desco shakes her head 'no' at that.

"Desco's Skull Throne must be built through her own efforts!"

And then, a cheerful, fangy smile.

"Oh, oh! Can Desco have a book? She hasn't gotten to read anything in a long time!"

Wide eyes.

"Like, since she was two!"

A...book?

[He has tons of books, because god knows how much of a fairytale-loving nerd he actually is, but like he'll ever give those away.]

[There's an awkward pause as he glances to the side, thinking of what to do. Ugh, maybe he'll just nab a book from a bookstore so she won't be bothering him about this...]

Fine. What sort of books do you like>

Desco actually stops to think about this.

"Umm...Desco likes self-help books on becoming a tyrannous villain, but she is pretty sure they're only sold in Hades."

And she brightens up.

"Oh! Daddy used to read Desco stories with lots of death and unhappy humans and cool magic! They were called 'fairy tales'!"

Slight pause.

"He also read Desco the Evil Overlord's List, but she already has copy of that."

[NO DESCO WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY FAIRYTALES WHY HIS LITTLE SISTER LIKED THOSE TOO]

[There's a very long pause, and for a second Sam looks almost embarrassed, before he shakes his head and stares awkwardly at the ground.]

You...you like those. Huh.

[He puts a hand over his eyes and frowns, as if he can't believe what he just heard. A sigh.]

I'll...see what I can do.

Desco's response is immediate.

"Yaaay! Desco will save you a seat!"

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That's fine. Yeah. Um. Good.

I guess.

[Another sigh, though it's smaller this time, before he switches off the feed.]

[In a while, there is a knock on her door.]

I'm here.

Desco throws open the door, beaming happily, and quickly ushers Sam inside to a gaudily-decorated little table. Tail wagging, she addresses Sam.

"Can you eat cake, Lord of Terror?"

Right. Cake is a thing. He stares at the table, before looking back at Desco with a quirk of the eyebrow.

"Not...really? I mean, Ican probably eat it, it's just rather...unappetizing."

Desco pauses to think about that before coming to a decision.

"Alright then! Since Desco can't thank you with cake, she will thank you with her body!"

Congratulations, Sam, there is a four year old girl swarming all over you for hugs.

The last time he has been hugged by someone has been a while, and he does resist at first, squirming a bit in her grip.

"Hey! Hey, hey, don't squeeze me too tight-!"

And then he relents with a sigh, because there is no way he is going to get her off, he knows it. Oh well. Better take things as they come.

"...Yeah. Thanks."

Desco grins up at Sam from her current position at his stomach.

"You're welcome!"

With that, she scrambles up to perch on Sam's shoulder, humming happily and clearly enjoying herself. The golden eye on her right thigh rolls in its socket and stares directly into Sam's face, looking almost happy.

Well, she looks pleased about all of this. He, on the other hand, is already regretting this. Best to get it over as soon as possible.

"Um, I brought a book for you." He holds it up to her so she can see. "So...happy birthday, Desco. Hope you like it."

DESCO SEES ALL thanks to all of her eyes. It's kind of a thing with her. Upon seeing the book, Desco gasps happily and allows her back to split open, a single tentacle snaking out to stroke Sam's hair as she reaches for the present with grabby claws.

He hands it over to her without fuss (though there is a pang because he really liked that book, but oh well). And while he isn't a touchy-feely person, he lets his hair get stroked, inwardly wishing that this could be over soon so he could go home and get all these weird feelings away.

"Can you read, Desco?"

"Uh huh! Daddy taught Desco how!"

The tentacle slips back inside Desco's back, and Desco herself leans backwards until she falls off Sam's shoulder, deploying Usatako as she does so that she ends up floating a bare inch off the floor, the book clasped to her chest as she levitates into an upright position.

"Daddy taught Desco many things!"

"Yeah. Daddies do that. Not mine...I didn't even know him that well."

He glances towards the door, obviously feeling awkward about all of this. "So, um...are there more people coming, or was I the only one invited?"

Desco beams.

"People are just sort of dropping by and giving Desco things! Desco is having a lot of fun!"

Tachikoma is once again using its tank form as an avatar on the network, but Desco should recognize it.

"Happy Birthday! I didn't know today is your birthday! Is there anything in particular you want?"

There's a pause as Tachikoma uses a claw to scratch its 'chin' a moment and then speaks up again.

"You're four did you say? That means your older than me!"

Desco makes a face at seeing Tachikoma's tank form. She spent a lot of time falling on her face because of that form.

But even if Tachikoma isn't her favorite person, Desco's greed is limitless.

"Desco would like something shiny!"

"Something shiny, huh?

...Oh! I think I know something like that! Do you mind if it's small as long as there's lots of them?"

Desco's slight bad mood instantly evaporates.

"Desco approves!"

"Great! I'll be right over then!"

Tachikoma hangs up to go get the gift she thought of, and shortly after there's a knock on Desco's door.

Tachikoma has shown up with her arms full of candy bags. Specifically of Hershey Kisses®. Ounces and ounces of bags of tiny chocolate drops, each of which is wrapped in its own tinfoil.

"Hello? Desco? I brought your gift!"

Desco's eyes widen - all of them - and she gasps in delight.

"Yaaay! Come in come in come in!"

Yep, tons of chocolate and tons of colorful bits of aluminum foil. Not just the normal milk chocolate ones, but almond, caramel, dark chocolate, and cookies and creme varieties. There's even some she found in the discount bins leftover from holidays, so there's valentine and Easter colored ones among the bags.

"Happy Birthday!! I hope you like all of these!"

There is a knock on the door to Desco's house, and a metal buffet plate with the distinct smell of bolter guns and cobalt colored glass marinaded in a mix of motor oil and reactor discharge from a black hole engine.

Around the corner, the mysterious gourmet simply waits for a reaction, and removes his lead lined gloves and apron.

The door is flung open and Desco floats out, beaming, a festive party hat perched on one of her primary tentacles. As she glances down at the buffet plate, there's an audible sniffing noise as she takes in the delicious scents wafting from it.

Her primary tentacles split open slightly and start drooling as she squeals in delight.

From down the hall Ratsel nods.

"I believe that is the meal you requested? It was a bit outside of my normal recipes but hopefully it suits your palate."

"What is 'a birthday'?"

It's irritating. It sounds like it's something he should know.

"Four years ago today, Desco was decanted! So now everybody Desco knows is obligated to give her presents in recognition of how much their lives have improved from her existence!"

"I see." More or less. Does that mean he has a birthday too? He did pull himself out of the Sea of Milk...

"Would you like the chocolate you did not finish last time?"

Desco nods, all bright eyes and shark smiles.

"Yes!"

Shark smiles do not scare Gale. He even rather like them.

"I will be right over. Where do you live?" You are the one always invading his apartment, after all.

Desco proceeds to give him directions.

About half an hour later, Gale arrives, carrying the box of fine chocolate he had put in his fridge for Desco, and knocks at the door.

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