destinystrings | happy birthday to me

Who: Sam Erstwhile and YOU. The second part is closed to Desco, Johnny Rayflo, and Yosuke Otoha.
Where: Taurus district, then Desco's apartment.
Summary: Sam Erstwhile realizes its his birthday and ponders what being 21 really means. Then, finally making a decision as to where to live.
Warnings: None at the moment!

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Twenty one. He was twenty one years old.

Well, in human years. But still, it was his birthday, and there was no getting around it. So what if it was actually only one more year added to the countless number of years he already had under his belt? It was still a special day.

(A special day he didn't honestly want to think much about. God, if only she was here...)

Twenty one is a significant number where he comes from. It meant being able to drink alcohol legally, right? Not that he really cared, but walking through the Taurus District, he couldn't help but stop and stare at the numerous bars, seeing the people chatting and drinking their beers and colorful drinks without abandon.

He murmurs to himself from time to time, stroking his chin as he peers through the window.

"I don't really see the point...what's so fun about getting drunk?"

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And a few hours after that, he makes his way over to Desco's place. Fine. Fine, he'll take her up on her offer. He wasn't going to sleep in an apartment with a big gaping hole in it (thanks Desco), and he's definitely going to stop sleeping in the streets. (He would sleep in the river, but that's way too out in the open, plus he'd make people think he was a drowned body or something.) There was only one place left, and it was one he had been avoiding for a while.

So fine. He'll reside with her little group. It shouldn't be that bad, right...?

He lets out a sigh, raising his hand and knocking on the door.

"Desco...it's me."

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There's the sound of an almighty clatter before Desco flings the door open, beaming.

"Big Bro! Happy birthday!"

...there is blue goop dripping off her claws and she smells like fish.

Everything smells like fish.

Also there is a super-obvious shark's tail sticking out from behind the couch. It's plainly visible, especially with that shiny purple bow on the end.

He was expecting her happy, yes, but what he didn't expect was that someone would actually remember his birthday. He stares, shocked, before the pungent smell hits his nose. That smells like...well, it smells really good.

"D-desco? Um. Thanks? I guess?" He peers into the house, and...oh, is that what he thinks it is? "You...remembered my birthday?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't Desco remember?"

Desco absently cleans off the blue goop with one of her tentacle-maws. Anyway please to be coming inside.

"Do you wanna see your present now?"

"Because people usually don't...?"

He does come inside, trying to really avoid the lurching feeling in his abdomen at the strong smell. He nods, a little more enthusiastically than he usually does.

"Yeah! Yes, um, sure. That would be wonderful."

Desco floats over to the couch and hauls out a dead Shark Dragon, a pair of bows tied neatly on its tail and horn.

"Desco couldn't finish wrapping it in time."

Now that's what he's talking about. Seriously, all his monstrous sensibilities are just telling him to start eating it here and now, but he'd have to get the bows off first. And it would take a while to get rid of...its good for a week or so, he supposes.

"T-that's fine! No, this is...this is really good." This is a feast for a king, he thinks as he looks down at it. "This is a great gift, Desco."

There's a long pause, before he mumbles out:

"Thank you..."

Desco grins, clearly pleased with herself.

"So if you didn't think Desco would remember, why'd you come over, Big Bro?"

"Uh, because..."

And he drifts off awkwardly, trying to figure out how to say what he wants to say.

"Desco, I need a place to stay. And you've offered before, so I've decided that I'll...I'll stay with you."

HUGS

ALL THE HUGS

mind the tentacles

[Misfit appears behind Sam in a puff of purple smoke.]

You better not be casing that bar...

Oh hey it's you! How are you doing?

"Huh?!"

Sam lets out a yelp, leaning forward and accidentally bonking his nose on the window of the bar. Oops, wrong way- he turns, blinking before he realizes that oh, it's that girl from before.

"Oh, um. Hey. I'm just...looking. And stuff." A pause. "It's my 21st birthday, actually."

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Well happy birthday then. Were you going to hit the bars in celebration? If you are make sure to get a designated driver.

I...guess? That's what people do, right?

[He looks at her, like she's the "How to Be a 21-Year Old: For Dummies" book.]

And um...I don't drive. Don't even have a license. You don't need to worry about that.

That's good, driving drunk can kill. So are you out with friends?

Does it look like I'm out with friends?

[Seriously, he's standing by himself over here. Mr. Loner of the Year, it is him.]

I'm sorry.

No one should be alone on their birthday, do you want to hang out with me? I can't drink but we could still do something.

Uh...hang out?

[He stares at her, as if expecting her to backtrack and say it's all a joke, but...no, she's serious. He scratches the back of his neck.]

Okay. What do you, um, want to do?

I haven't actually been in the city that long. Do you know any places to go? I'll do whatever you want to do.

Once Sam was in a room and (a tiny bit) more settled, there was a vampire leaning against the doorframe as he observed the (apparent) young man. Another person in the house would make things a little more crowded and potentially noisy, but that was okay, it also meant Desco would be happier and Johnny had someone else to cook for.

Or provide for as the case may be--Sam didn't eat cooked things, did he? He'd have to ask.

"Need any help or are you settled?"

"Huh? Oh, no. I'm fine."

He gives a vague gesture, as if to say "don't worry about me". Being around Otoha and Johnny...that would be difficult. He wasn't used to being around so many people. As long as they left him alone most of the time...then well, he'd be okay.

"Are you fine? With me moving in?"

Johnny smiled, his tone warm. He had no problems with Sam moving in, but even if he did, the vampire prided himself on being able to be an excellent host when he needed to be.

"Absolutely. The more the merrier isn't just a phrase, you know. Just don't cause a mess Minea can't clean up and keep any fights out of doors and you don't have to worry. Oh! What do you like to eat? I'll get it for you next time we go out."

"It's not." He's sitting on a bench people-watching, and he happened to have overheard Sam's musing. He pats the seat beside him, inviting the other boy to sit. "At the Facility, they once replaced the water with alcohol. It... wasn't fun."

happy birthday to me

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