hap birth

[fifty]

Who: America and OPEN; threadhopping encouraged
When: Juril 4
Where: America and England's cottage in Haven
What: It's America's birthday, and that means a party! He's cooking out in his backyard and anyone who wants can come by! Bring gifts/food/food gifts.
Warnings: none

[America's found an impressive amount of red, white, and blue items for a place that has no idea what the United States is. Sure, they're not flag decorations, but the colors are right, and he's got plenty of food, and America isn't going to let anything get him down today! He's made something of a grill, since you can't just not have a cookout, so there's plenty of hot dogs and hamburgers. There's also plenty of cake, because America made himself a huge one. There's also ice cream, though that's inside, because it's hot out here (for today).

Anyone who happens to check out what's going on gets waved over.]

Hey! You want food? It's my birthday, you know! [As if anyone could have missed that.]

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ritsu sakuma ★ puca ★ ota

[nemuru]

「i. it's his gift」

[ There's a lot of cake.

Among them is definitely one that looks particularly out of place - and Ritsu looks pretty pleased by it too, hovering his hand by the tentacles every so often to watch them curl up towards him. The eyes blink every so often while they're at it, sometimes feeling like they're following those close enough to the food. For the record, he's on the side with less people - he's in a loose blouse with two buttons done up, and in a pale grey skirt that sweeps the ground.

If anyone looks at the cake too long, Ritsu's ears'll perk up and he'll raise a knife, waving it slightly. ]

Want a piece~? It's super, suuuuuper tasty. Promise.

「ii. bouncing around」

[ When he's not trying to convince people to try his totally-safe-to-eat cake (and it is! it's just enchanted by his good friend Yako Katsuragi to move; it's actually just as delicious as he says it is), Ritsu's sticking to the outskirts of the party, probably nursing some water. He'd prefer soda, but he still isn't sure where to find that, and if it'd even be the same as what he's used to...

He seems relaxed physically, but his eyes - right red, left gold - keep careful watch of everyone, and his ears stay slightly up and alert. ]

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[fifty]

[America isn't one to turn down cake--and anyway, a lot of other nations say his particular tastes tend toward the alarmingly elaborate, un-foodlike sorts of cakes. But this one is blinking, and America hesitates, blinking back at it.]

Those aren't real eyes, right...?

[nemuru]

Hmmm, who can say..~?

[ Ritsu picks one of the eyes off and pops it into his mouth, licking frosting from his fingers. ]

...Too sweet to be real, so nah, probably not.

[fifty]

[That looks so weird. But America will cut himself an unnecessarily large slice now.] D'you specialize in Halloween cakes or something?