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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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[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!"