[ it r ur birfday ]

[powerisyours]

[ In years past, he'd simply made a cake and wrapped a few gifts and waited around until the birthday girl came back so that he could attempt to spoil her (and usually only succeed in making her mad and/or sad).

This year, however, he's changing it up a bit--the sun's just barely starting to rise and he's already puttering around as quietly as he can in the kitchen area, scraping together what will eventually presumably become someone's breakfast.

The someone who'll wake up to not only a big, steaming mug of coffee, but a full breakfast and one big, dumb, smiling boy roughly five inches from her face. ]

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[ridestherider]

That just means it'll be a million degrees outside when I go run.

[Taking another piece and eating it, though, with a little grin.] Thank you.

[powerisyours]

Go tonight, when it cools down.

[ridestherider]

What if I had plans tonight?

[She's definitely only teasing.]

[powerisyours]

Well, even if you did, you'd have to cancel them anyway, since I already made the plans.

[ a grin ]

[ridestherider]

What plans did you make?

[powerisyours]

Don't worry about that for now. Just eat your breakfast.

[ridestherider]

[This is A Look, but she's digging in anyway.]

[powerisyours]

[ He will pointedly ignore said look and continue to take little nibbles off her plate here and there ]

If there's anything you want to do today, we'll do it. Or eat, or see, or any other things.

[ridestherider]

I didn't really have any pressing plans.

[powerisyours]

Good, because this is the start of Operation: Spoil Natsumi Rotten.

[ridestherider]

Should I be worried? I can still walk on my own, right?

[powerisyours]

I guess I could be your pony if you wanted me to.

[ridestherider]

I would prefer if you didn't.

[powerisyours]

Walking's allowed. Mostly.

[ridestherider]

"Mostly?"

[powerisyours]

I'm just covering my bases. What if the floor's lava?

[ridestherider]

They'll hear you and make that real if you're not careful.

[powerisyours]

[ looking up to some random corner of the room ]

What if the floor is made of delicious, delicious cake?

[ridestherider]

That would get very sticky and uncomfortable quick.

[powerisyours]

Somehow, I think I'd survive.

Also the sticky problem's solved with a bath.

[ridestherider]

I'll remember you said that if it happens.

[powerisyours]

We could go swimming in chocolate frosting.

[ridestherider]

I feel like that's probably less fun than it sounds overall.

[powerisyours]

Spoilsport.

[ But he's laughing and scooting a little closer to drop his chin on her shoulder ]

Anyway, this is your day. Whatever you want, it's yours.

[ridestherider]

Well ... what if I have no idea?