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velveteenmage) wrote in thefolder2013-10-03 01:42 pm
[open] // HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GROUND
Who: Waver, Palmon, and you!
What: Certainly not a birthday party. That's silly. You're silly.
When: October 3rd, afternoon
Where: Newbie apartments lobby.
"What - are - you - doing?!" sputtered a horrified Waver. He'd gone looking for his suspiciously absent partner, only to find the plant Digimon decorating the lobby with streamers and balloons mostly in shades of red and gold. She stopped mid-inflating a balloon, surprised enough to let it go and send it rocketing around the room in an erratic streak of scarlet and noise of 'pffthpthpthth'.
"What's it look like?" Recovering from the sudden interruption, Palmon's hands went to her hips (such as they were on both counts) as she responded indignantly. "Don't lie, red and gold are your favorite colors, aren't they?"
"It looks like something I specifically asked you not to do, now doesn't i--who did you invite?!" Flushing about as red as half the decorations, Waver's frustration snapped right back to abject horror in midsentence.
"Nobody...well, nobody specifically. It was kind of an open-ended thing."
And that was all the color draining from Waver's face. This kind of technicolor reaction couldn't be healthy.
"WHY." he demanded in a voice that suggested a nervous breakdown was mere seconds away.
"Why not? You need to get out more and have some fun for once, and this is a perfect chance for it." Waver's arguments were for a moment reduced to emphatic flailing of both arms and choked interjections that were not quite words. It seemed entirely possible that Palmon's insistence on his birthday being a thing that happened may have actually broken the student on some level.
"You...you...you traitor!" Once proper use of the English language returned to him, Waver stammered and threw his hand out to point accusingly at his offending partner. "This is the worst, unforgivable! 'Palmon' isn't terrible enough--your name should retroactively, presently, and eternally be Rafflesia, because you're clearly just as useful as one!"
A tense silence fell between them--tense mostly due to Waver, who looked so angry steam might well have been coming off of his head. In complete contrast, Palmon broke out into a lopsided smile and clapped her hands (vines? leaves???) together.
"You're doing that thing where you pretend you're angry when you really aren't. And you even gave me a nickname! You're the best partner ever, Waver." It was then that the indignant magus found himself dealing with an armful of plant giving him a birthday hug.
"What--no! You've got it all wrong! Entirely wrong! You couldn't be more wrong, I-I'm obviously really angry, s-so get off of me!"
Ladies and gentlemen, the defense mechanisms of a Waver Velvet in his natural habitat. You may note flailing, stumbling, and probably even falling over.
And a lot of shouting.
But don't let that stop you from enjoying the impromptu and hastily planned party. There's probably even going to be a cake courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Saori.
What: Certainly not a birthday party. That's silly. You're silly.
When: October 3rd, afternoon
Where: Newbie apartments lobby.
"What - are - you - doing?!" sputtered a horrified Waver. He'd gone looking for his suspiciously absent partner, only to find the plant Digimon decorating the lobby with streamers and balloons mostly in shades of red and gold. She stopped mid-inflating a balloon, surprised enough to let it go and send it rocketing around the room in an erratic streak of scarlet and noise of 'pffthpthpthth'.
"What's it look like?" Recovering from the sudden interruption, Palmon's hands went to her hips (such as they were on both counts) as she responded indignantly. "Don't lie, red and gold are your favorite colors, aren't they?"
"It looks like something I specifically asked you not to do, now doesn't i--who did you invite?!" Flushing about as red as half the decorations, Waver's frustration snapped right back to abject horror in midsentence.
"Nobody...well, nobody specifically. It was kind of an open-ended thing."
And that was all the color draining from Waver's face. This kind of technicolor reaction couldn't be healthy.
"WHY." he demanded in a voice that suggested a nervous breakdown was mere seconds away.
"Why not? You need to get out more and have some fun for once, and this is a perfect chance for it." Waver's arguments were for a moment reduced to emphatic flailing of both arms and choked interjections that were not quite words. It seemed entirely possible that Palmon's insistence on his birthday being a thing that happened may have actually broken the student on some level.
"You...you...you traitor!" Once proper use of the English language returned to him, Waver stammered and threw his hand out to point accusingly at his offending partner. "This is the worst, unforgivable! 'Palmon' isn't terrible enough--your name should retroactively, presently, and eternally be Rafflesia, because you're clearly just as useful as one!"
A tense silence fell between them--tense mostly due to Waver, who looked so angry steam might well have been coming off of his head. In complete contrast, Palmon broke out into a lopsided smile and clapped her hands (vines? leaves???) together.
"You're doing that thing where you pretend you're angry when you really aren't. And you even gave me a nickname! You're the best partner ever, Waver." It was then that the indignant magus found himself dealing with an armful of plant giving him a birthday hug.
"What--no! You've got it all wrong! Entirely wrong! You couldn't be more wrong, I-I'm obviously really angry, s-so get off of me!"
Ladies and gentlemen, the defense mechanisms of a Waver Velvet in his natural habitat. You may note flailing, stumbling, and probably even falling over.
And a lot of shouting.
But don't let that stop you from enjoying the impromptu and hastily planned party. There's probably even going to be a cake courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Saori.
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She shrugged, sliding Palmon off her shoulder and setting the critter on the floor carefully.
"Its...well its probably stupid and I apologize for the quality. Its just a little bit of cake and a small present."
Inside the white box was one small personal cake made of red velvet and topped with a crisply made bit of icing rose. In the bag was something else entirely.
It was a hand-made UFO catcher-style plush of Rider, stitched carefully with little bits of leather, fleece, brushed yarn and anything else she could find to get as good a replica as possible, right down to his mess of red hair and little red-bead eyes.
Roze scuffed her feet on the floor, sneakers squeaking as she looked anywhere but Waver.
"So yeah. I just wanted to stop by and drop these off for you."
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Waver opened them both carefully as Palmon sulked about being pulled off her partner, a faintly impressed look on his face as he saw the cake. it did look like she'd put genuine thought into this--
--and that turned to a fleeting moment of genuine shock when he saw the plush she'd made. Had she actually gone to this much effort and trouble for Waver's sake, being one of the considerable group of people that knew how important Rider had been to him?
"Roze, you... I-...Did you really...make this?"
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She should have known better. Waver was a grown man, even if not exactly the height and weight proportions of a lot of men his age.
"Well, you can do whatever you want with it, its no big deal. I just uh...well, yeah. Its...yeah you probably can't tell. Hn. Its supposed to be your friend," she mumbled, trailing off and pointing at the doll briefly. "Or I mean, I tried to make it look like him."
It was a very good replica in miniature, despite her discomfort and obvious uncertainty about it. Someone with very little confidence in their ability to please others.
"Hm. Anyways I hope you have a great birthday n' all. Don't get all grumpy about it. People jus' wanna do somethin' nice for you," the Amazon rumbled, punching him gently in the shoulder and offering a wan, crooked smile. "If it gets too crazy, don't worry about anyone else but your own fuckin' self, okay? Its your birthday. You do what you want. N' don't let Audrey over there bully you into festivities."
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"W-wait." Waver managed to say, voice unusually quiet. He set the cake down carefully, holding on to the doll like he was almost concerned it might break. This was proving a difficult situation to react to; Waver wasn't all that well-equipped to deal with emotions that weren't frustration sometimes.
"I...I, uh..." Staring intently at the ground himself, Waver faltered and stumbled over his words. Behind him, Palmon muttered something that might have been 'spit it out already'.
"I-it's the...best thing I could have asked for. R...Rider probably would have loved it too." he finally managed, clearly embarrassed. "And if, er...if you wanted to hang around for a while I-I guess I could live with that."
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Color crept into her cheeks again, lips parting enough to let a long sigh brush past. A cool hand reached around, cupping behind Waver's neck and tilting him forward enough til full lips pressed against his forehead. It lasted only a moment before she pulled back and flicked his nose gently.
"I'll go sit over there for a while. Long as I ain't runnin' around and actin' stupid I guess there's no harm in pretendin' to be a wallflower for a bit. I'm...really glad you like it. I'm sorry I couldn't do more."
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"Qu-quit it! And don't be sorry, I mean...I'm not joking, this really is-..." Again Waver seemed to encounter that problem of his voice getting gradually quieter as he tried to be sincere about things. "-really is great. You didn't have to do this at all, but I-I guess I'm glad you did."
Shaking his head quickly, Waver tried to put his usual composure (if that was what one would call it) back into place.
"I think I'd feel better being a wallflower myself. I still don't think I'm really the type for parties."
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"If you wanna talk or anything I'll hang around a while. And...I'll let you know before I leave."
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"Roze, is everything alright? You seem a lot less...eager than usual."
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"A lots happened and I'm havin' a hard time keepin' up. I'm not used to bein' human, y'know? I hurt all the time and makin' money ain't easy when you're so fuckin' busted up its hard to even do your day job, let alone go on actual missions. Definitely makin' me respect normal humans a lot more," she remarked, rubbing the underside of her nose before folding her arms and smiling faintly.
"I spend more time worryin' about everyone else. Tryin' to keep everyone in good spirits, fed and healthy and not at each others throats. I guess I'm just runnin' myself a little ragged is all. Don't worry about it, though. Takes more than a few slips, trips and falls to keep Roze down."
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"If you needed help with anything, you could just ask me."
Ergo, if she had only ever treated him kindly, it stood to reason Waver should have been doing the same.
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"Other people have been chiding me as well. I don't like asking for help, though. No one really ever does, but I appreciate the offer and I'll keep it in mind. Right now, you'd help me the most by going and having a good time on your birthday. Let yourself enjoy the company of others. And I'll consider being more forthright about shit with my friends too. I know at least a couple of people worried about me. And I know I'm being stubborn. I've just been upset about some things I...heard."
How to explain grating voices in the dark belittling you? Waver had been in the dark as well. A lot of people had, and yet few were willing to talk about the experience. Roze was no different in this. She would suffer it and struggle and hope it would pass; it was just one more unpleasant thing in her life to endure. She was stronger than whatever was in that darkness. She just had to keep reminding herself of that.
"I'm bein' stupid, Cake. Jast call me stupid, okay? I'll get my shit together," she chuckled softly, hands lowering to clasp together behind her back.
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"I call everyone stupid. I don't think it'd have the effect you want." Waver admitted, shaking his head with a halfhearted frown. 'Idiot' was practically his version of a greeting. "But if it makes you feel any better, I hate looking for help from anyone too."
"...Wait, something you heard?" Problems with hearing things, now that was uncomfortably familiar. "You didn't...get in some kind of trouble lately, did you?"
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"No, I don't think so. why, did someone say something?" she asked, perplexed by the question. "I mean I know I've been on and off of Princess, Shorty and Pretty Boy's shit lists all the last couple of weeks since the mission, but I'm pretty sure that's just general moodiness."
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"It's nothing. Sorry, maybe I was mistaken."
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"You thought what?" she asked, shifting her weight and stepping a bit closer so that her back was to anyone that might come in and his face was obscured in her shadow. It was no one else's business what they talked about.
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Waver shrank back slightly almost on instinct; the motion was unexpected, and genuinely startled him for a second. But since she seemed to be on to him, it would probably be easier to stop dancing around the issue.
"I...you didn't get caught in a Dark Field, did you?" He froze, almost immediately backpedaling. "It's probably none of my business, I mean you really don't have to answer that."
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"Yeah. It was a stupid mistake on what shoulda been a simple there and back mission. A while ago, when we were supposed to take those thingies and close the dark areas all over? Most of my team got caught in one. It was my fault. And...well, no one will talk about it, really. But then no one will ask, either."
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Doing as much did help Waver feel some measure of better about his own miserable adventure, so it was only fair he should extend the same offer to anyone else.
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She sniffed, reaching up to scratch her forehead as she glanced sidelong at Waver.
"Soon, but not today. Not on your day."
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"Why all the nicknames? Do you do that with everybody you know, or are we just that special?"
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"At least, I don't think I do. It's sort of...endearing, once you get used to it."
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She smiled faintly, arching a brow and nodding her head in a small bow to her own cleverness.
"And honestly...its a pretty good indicator that I care about'cha."
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Waver laughed halfheartedly, like he was either trying to hold it back or just wasn't used to something about the gesture.
"Sorry. I mean I'm kind of a jerk sometimes, aren't I? You and everyone else keep being so nice and I guess-" Faltering, he glanced away awkwardly. "-it's a lot to deal with."
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"Prickly. You're prickly like a hedgehog." Yep, that suited her. "You're not particularly mean or aggressive, and the outside is pretty well-armored but you're still a soft person underneath with the ability to be sweet if you feel so inclined. You're naturally spiky, but you're not at all cruel. Every time I've swung into your life and interrupted your day you've been frustrated, but decent. That's all that can really be asked when dealing with someone like me. And I'm not the sharpest tack, so I'm willing to be I'm not the only person that's made this observation."
She huffed a sigh, leaning back to prop both fists on her hips and look at him with a crooked smile.
"I mean, my only complaint is that you're not more affectionate. One can never have too many platonic spoons. And I'm sure you could do with a cuddle once in a while. Fortunately for you, I'm pretty fuckin' tenacious. I'll be around when you need it, either way!"
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