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[And to be fair, he doesn't end up waking Kakyoin up so much as it is he kind of waits until Kakyoin wakes up on his own, which may be a while, but what the hell, he's patient and bae is cute.
Whenever Kakyoin does come around, though, he'll have a still-sleepy Jotaro waiting and watching him.]
Whenever Kakyoin does come around, though, he'll have a still-sleepy Jotaro waiting and watching him.]
[It's eleven at night, and all through the mansion . . .
Actually, they're a fairly staying-up-late bunch, all things considered. Kakyoin especially, with his insomnia-- but Polnareff has been scouting. He's been keeping track of where his friend has been since around seven, and he's fairly certain he's in his room for the night. Whether he's asleep is irrelevant; just so long as he stays in his room for the next few minutes.
Polnareff is quiet. He can be, when he really wants to, and he wants to now. He's quiet as hell as he sneaks presents from his room to in front of Kakyoin's door. They rest in a little pile. They're poorly wrapped, true, but it was done with much love. And when that wrapping is teared off, Kakyoin will find the following: a set of golden heart-shaped earrings (with the tag so you don't keep stealing mine, which is unfair); a black silk pajama shirt, along with some plain black silk pajama bottoms; and, finally, a green cotton skirt.
There is a card. It is illustrated, also done poorly but with much love. On the inside, a message: SEE, I didn't do anything big! Trust me next time!
There is a cake in the fridge if you want it
if not I am going to eat it so get eating soon
Happy 19th birthday
youre almost not an infant
JPP
Actually, they're a fairly staying-up-late bunch, all things considered. Kakyoin especially, with his insomnia-- but Polnareff has been scouting. He's been keeping track of where his friend has been since around seven, and he's fairly certain he's in his room for the night. Whether he's asleep is irrelevant; just so long as he stays in his room for the next few minutes.
Polnareff is quiet. He can be, when he really wants to, and he wants to now. He's quiet as hell as he sneaks presents from his room to in front of Kakyoin's door. They rest in a little pile. They're poorly wrapped, true, but it was done with much love. And when that wrapping is teared off, Kakyoin will find the following: a set of golden heart-shaped earrings (with the tag so you don't keep stealing mine, which is unfair); a black silk pajama shirt, along with some plain black silk pajama bottoms; and, finally, a green cotton skirt.
There is a card. It is illustrated, also done poorly but with much love. On the inside, a message: SEE, I didn't do anything big! Trust me next time!
There is a cake in the fridge if you want it
if not I am going to eat it so get eating soon
Happy 19th birthday
youre almost not an infant
JPP
Edited 2016-07-26 03:23 (UTC)
[Not too long after, Kakyoin did start to wake up, yawning and reaching over to fumble for his glasses on the nightstand.]
...
[And then he began to get the distinct feeling he was being watched, stopping what he was doing to look over at Jotaro. Who was...apparently watching him. Did he have another nightmare and not even realize it--no, he'd look more worried if that were the case. What on earth was he doing?]
Good morning.
...
[And then he began to get the distinct feeling he was being watched, stopping what he was doing to look over at Jotaro. Who was...apparently watching him. Did he have another nightmare and not even realize it--no, he'd look more worried if that were the case. What on earth was he doing?]
Good morning.
I don't...think there is, no.
[He blinked a couple of times, not awake enough yet to remember the date or fully process what was going on.]
Are you okay?
[He blinked a couple of times, not awake enough yet to remember the date or fully process what was going on.]
Are you okay?
[He had to admit, there was something very surreal about this. For most of his life things like this didn't go ignored, but celebrations were very quiet and understated in the Kakyoin household. (That was just how it went with a family of generally reserved people.) But the past three birthdays stuck in his mind for a number of reasons, each of them with vivid details]
[His seventeenth birthday had been with his parents, spent planning a short vacation to Cairo partially for his father's research. His mother had wanted to go back to a point on the Nile; she'd seemed to enjoy the view of it at night. Kakyoin himself had agreed with that; he used to think Egypt at night was a sight to behold. But the less said about the events that came in the following weeks, the better.]
[His eighteenth had been better if unexpected; he'd spent it in Spiral, made a cake for himself and the three others that lived there at the time. Diarmuid had given him a jar of cherries by sheer coincidence--he still wondered if the ribbon tied around it had been the city itself at work somehow. But other than the small number of them living in the school, he'd been--he'd felt completely alone.]
[His nineteenth...]
[A lot had happened in a year, hadn't it? He had a place here, with both his closest friends from home and so many more he'd been lucky enough to meet here. He had friends. Friends that cared enough to go to all this trouble, to give him something genuinely thoughtful and-]
[...hm. His vision had gone blurry for a second or two, and Kakyoin hurriedly swiped the back of his hand across his eyes to fix that.]
[Eventually, mid-morning or early afternoon of the 26th he'd make his way down to the kitchen, because yes he absolutely wanted that cake. And also:]
polnareff?
thanks
[His seventeenth birthday had been with his parents, spent planning a short vacation to Cairo partially for his father's research. His mother had wanted to go back to a point on the Nile; she'd seemed to enjoy the view of it at night. Kakyoin himself had agreed with that; he used to think Egypt at night was a sight to behold. But the less said about the events that came in the following weeks, the better.]
[His eighteenth had been better if unexpected; he'd spent it in Spiral, made a cake for himself and the three others that lived there at the time. Diarmuid had given him a jar of cherries by sheer coincidence--he still wondered if the ribbon tied around it had been the city itself at work somehow. But other than the small number of them living in the school, he'd been--he'd felt completely alone.]
[His nineteenth...]
[A lot had happened in a year, hadn't it? He had a place here, with both his closest friends from home and so many more he'd been lucky enough to meet here. He had friends. Friends that cared enough to go to all this trouble, to give him something genuinely thoughtful and-]
[...hm. His vision had gone blurry for a second or two, and Kakyoin hurriedly swiped the back of his hand across his eyes to fix that.]
[Eventually, mid-morning or early afternoon of the 26th he'd make his way down to the kitchen, because yes he absolutely wanted that cake. And also:]
polnareff?
thanks
yeah
of course
[He lets that stay there for a moment, sweet and genuine, before adding:]
did you like the HAND ILLUSTRATED CARD
personally i think that was the best gift of them all
of course
[He lets that stay there for a moment, sweet and genuine, before adding:]
did you like the HAND ILLUSTRATED CARD
personally i think that was the best gift of them all
I did, actually. My opinion as an amateur artist is that your skills need some work, but the sentiment was there.
if jojo and i ever write a sequel to our comic book we're definitely getting you to illustrate
or me
with guidance by you
or me
with guidance by you
[the two of you went around the desert in a) solid black and b) a stubborn refusal to so much as unfasten your uniform collar]
[average summer is the concern of mere mortals.]
Today in particular...? What day is it?
[He put his arms around Jotaro's waist without much further questioning apart from that and a look of confusion. Kid just woke up, give him a break.]
[average summer is the concern of mere mortals.]
Today in particular...? What day is it?
[He put his arms around Jotaro's waist without much further questioning apart from that and a look of confusion. Kid just woke up, give him a break.]
Anything to provide Kishibe some healthy competition, of course.
he has experience but we have HEART
ive seen enough sports movies to know were gonna be the winners
actually no well probably lose but we'll all have learned something by the end of it
maybe how to color in comic books
ive seen enough sports movies to know were gonna be the winners
actually no well probably lose but we'll all have learned something by the end of it
maybe how to color in comic books
I'm sure the three of us can work out something passable, at the absolute least.
[Assuming nobody else takes them, there will be two packages just outside the door of the Jojohouse: two cakes, both with cherry icing, and both with the same unsettling decoration. Happy...birthday...?]
Th-...
[That was when Kakyoin woke up in one heck of a hurry, because he almost forgot his own birthday.]
[That was when Kakyoin woke up in one heck of a hurry, because he almost forgot his own birthday.]
[...But that aside, he raised a very important point.]
Yeah. You're even early this year.
Yeah. You're even early this year.
[...you know what the funny part is]
[he doesn't even have to ask who did the thing.]
Thank you for the cakes. I really hope it wasn't too much trouble.
[he doesn't even have to ask who did the thing.]
Thank you for the cakes. I really hope it wasn't too much trouble.
Certainly where cakes are concerned, yes.
I have to admit the decoration is [what the fuck] interesting. Is that standard where you're from?
I have to admit the decoration is [what the fuck] interesting. Is that standard where you're from?
Not to criticize, but
couldn't you have just written 'day' on the second one?
couldn't you have just written 'day' on the second one?
[Towards the end of the evening, Kakyoin will find a small, immaculately-wrapped box in front of his door. There's an index card tucked in the top, with two messages written on the front and back: on the front, Buon compleanno! and, on the back, Happy birthday! It's not signed.
Once unwrapped, Kakyoin will have in hand a small box of index cards. Each card has an Italian word or phrase on its front and an English translation on the back, all written by hand. Most of the cards are pretty normal; a bunch of useful vocabulary that would be helpful to someone who's learning Italian. Except for a section towards the back that's completely devoted to Italian swears, insults, and just generally being rude. That's a little specific for day-to-day conversation.
Happy birthday, noodle buddy.]
Once unwrapped, Kakyoin will have in hand a small box of index cards. Each card has an Italian word or phrase on its front and an English translation on the back, all written by hand. Most of the cards are pretty normal; a bunch of useful vocabulary that would be helpful to someone who's learning Italian. Except for a section towards the back that's completely devoted to Italian swears, insults, and just generally being rude. That's a little specific for day-to-day conversation.
Happy birthday, noodle buddy.]
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