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[tyrantball]

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!

Comments

s'okay i am gonna be out of town for the rest of the week shhhh

[tyrantball]

Desco nods, smiling cheerfully.

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

shhhh secret rping shhh

[primordial]

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?

most secret

[tyrantball]

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!"

the most clandestine of rps

[primordial]

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>

super surreptious

[tyrantball]

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."

i have a moustache on and everything

[primordial]

[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.

[tyrantball]

Desco's response is immediate.

"Yaaay! Desco will save you a seat!"

[video]-->[action]

[primordial]

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.

[tyrantball]

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?"

[primordial]

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."

[tyrantball]

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.

[primordial]

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."

[tyrantball]

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.

[primordial]

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."

[tyrantball]

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.

[primordial]

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?"

[tyrantball]

"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!"

[primordial]

"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?"

[tyrantball]

Desco beams.

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