IRIS MESSAGE - MARCH 24, AFTER DINNER

[angeliaforos]

[Finally. Finally, he's got it, and he's so excited about this. At least, the cake part. (Thanks, Jehan.)

There's a part of turning 18 that scares the everloving crap out of Gabriel, especially being here, of all places, but he's not going to think about that right now. No. Right now, he's going to think about how freaking great this cake is going to be.

But first he's got a little matter to settle of who he's going to share his birthday cake with. He sends out an IM, the giant cake very visible in the rainbow.]

Really, guys? You're gonna let me sit up here by myself and eat the whole thing? By myself? Really, guys?

[He's teasing, of course. That was his idea of an invitation.]

Comments

[ospreyed]

Dispose of the body.

[Dead-pan]

[angeliaforos]

I meant with me. You can figure out what to do with your corpse later. I have a closet, he'll fit right in.

[ospreyed]

What am I going to do with you after I punch him in the face?

Eat the rest of your cake.

[angeliaforos]

You can't eat the whole rest of my cake. It's my birthday. Have a heart.

[A teasing pout, here.]

[ospreyed]

You know I don't have one.

[angeliaforos]

Yes you do.

[As he taps her collarbone.]

You're not the Tin Man.

[ospreyed]

Three sizes too small.

Medical condition.

[angeliaforos]

Might wanna get that checked out.

[ospreyed]

I've spent enough time in hospitals, thank you very much.