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thefolder2013-10-03 01:42 pm
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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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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"I don't usually get people being nice to me." Waver admitted, giving Roze a weird look as she played with his hair instead of actively protesting it. "And I used to be a lot worse too. I was pretty full of myself before I met Rider--maybe most of it was an act, I really don't think even I know anymore. If I have some kind of armor it's because I have to--not everyone at home is as nice as they are here."
Folding his arms around the plush she'd made, Waver frowned slightly as he spoke. "He was the first one to treat me...normally, I guess you'd call it. But he was kind of like you in that he seemed to make a sport out of driving me crazy." An exasperated sigh left him at the thought. "It shouldn't register as 'strange' to me that people don't try to walk all over me. I think I forgot that normal people don't care what kind of bloodline you have or what magical ability you're capable of. Maybe I needed some time out of the Clock Tower more than I realized."
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She huffed a sigh, shaking her head and folding her arms under her chest.
"Rider-dude seemed like a badass. You really lucked out there. Its kinda like when kids get imaginary friends - not that I'm callin' you a kid or sayin' he was imaginary. Only that, he came into your life when you really needed someone. He fixed things before they got too broke to fix, y'know? It was a good thing, but its just glue on a crack. You gotta make sure you don't stress it too much before the glue sets, y'know? Otherwise everything good you learned from him won't mean shit, n' that's no way to honor his memory, right? So let yourself have friends, Cake. It ain't gotta be me, I know I'm a hard pill to swallow. But there's people around here that'll suit you fine. Let 'em in. It might hurt, but it'll never be enough to kill ya."