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.]

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[angeliaforos]

I'm pretty sure being an adult means I get to whine into anything I want about anything I want without being told what to do, dad.

[Hi, Grantaire. Come eat cake with him. Please.]

[habitually]

Well it does, I guess, but it also makes you annoying. [ cue dramatic emphasis. ]

I didn't know you had it in you to share. Kind of mature of you.

[angeliaforos]

Yet you keep coming back. Guess that makes you a masochist.

[A little shrug.]

I'm turning 18. Might as well.

[habitually]

Wow, stop. Your perception kills me. [ Smirking and moving to dismiss the rainbow. ] Gimme a minute.

[ Making to walk over and up onto the roof for the second time in the past week. ] Happy birthday, dumbass.

[angeliaforos]

It comes with the territory.

[And really, he's a little shocked at how good R's gotten at scaling the Iris cabin. Especially since he and those Jupiter kids are really the only ones who hang out on the roofs.]

Thanks, asshat. Help me eat this cake.

[habitually]

[ Staring at it as he sits down next to him, bumping shoulders with him. ]

How the hell did they make it this big? There aren't ovens this size.


...Jehan, wasn't it.

[angeliaforos]

[Gabriel gives a little snort, lightly punching him in the forearm.]

It's always Jehan, dude. Slightly convinced that guy's a wizard.

[habitually]

[ Of course it fucking is. ]

You're gonna need a ton of help to finish this... Unless you want me to eat a dozen pieces. Which I probably could if forced.

[angeliaforos]

Technically, I could force you to eat a dozen pieces.

[He says around his own mouthful of icing.]

Or...I could dare you and make things a little more interesting.

[habitually]

You think you can force a dozen of these down my mouth just with a dare?

[ He's not ten anymore, Gabriel. He's giving you a dry look. ]

[angeliaforos]

I'm pretty damn sure I can, just because you can be a sore loser sometimes. And...loser has to do whatever the winner says. So get creative with me, Remi.

[Gabriel just smiles cockily at him, like he knows.]

[habitually]

Sore loser? [ He scoffs. ] That's implying I ever lose a bet.

[ Grantaire needs to remember why he stopped gambling. But apparently not right now. ]

So what's the-- uh, stakes? Or you wanna lose first and then find out what you'll be doing?

[angeliaforos]

Oh, you've lost bets before. Not recently, mind you, but before.

[To Gabriel, a few times? Probably. But he's all for encouraging bad habits amongst friends.

Boyfriends.

Maybe.

He leans in and presses his mouth right up against Grantaire's cheek, then whispers in his ear.]

Loser has to steal Enjolras' flag and wear it around camp.

[habitually]

[ He raises an eyebrow and forms a grin. ]

And announce their victorious theft to the entire camp?

[angeliaforos]

Oh, gods, yes.

[His voice is low and soft in R's ear, almost conspiratorial.]

And we start...now.

[As he cuts off two slices each and starts pounding back one.]

[habitually]

[ R recovers from the shiver enough to take a piece of cake, biting into it with fervor. He's a little disheartened by the fact that his bite's only half of what Gabriel's is.

He'll catch up, right? He starts cutting piece number two for himself as he chews. ]

[angeliaforos]

[Sure he will. Gabriel's kind of a pro at this - he's got a sweet tooth that would give Milton Hershey a run for his money. Gabriel knows it's better to, for once, not talk during this sort of thing, and just breathe through his nose and keep going. He's already on his second slice.]

[habitually]

[ With a muffled curse word in French, he pushes his second piece in and is realizing this isn't working.

Is it cheating to put a third piece in at the same time? Don't mind him while he half-chokes trying. ]

[angeliaforos]

[Oh, Gabriel knows this isn't working, which makes the deal so much sweeter. He loves winning and he's a sore as hell loser. Still, he notices R half-choking and claps him on the back, speaking through the cake.]

Don't die on me, man.

[habitually]

[ R uses his momentary good nature to stuff an extra piece of cake in his mouth to catch up, his eyes watering but no longer choking.

Grantaire plays about as dirty as his old beanie. ]

[angeliaforos]

[Oh, that's just sick. He can see his boyfriend tearing up but that's no excuse. This isn't some game for wimps, oh no. He licks his fingers clean and starts on a new piece.]

[habitually]

[ Grantaire is losing. Losing losing losing. He's on his eigth piece and, if he's counting right, that's Gabe's tenth or eleventh. And if he eats any more frosting he might actually puke on the roof.

Throwing the second half of his piece down, he groans and shakes his head. ]

Merde. Christ, no more; I give up.

[angeliaforos]

[Gabriel turns slowly, slowly to Grantaire. There's a bit of pink icing smeared across his cheek and he's got a mouth full of sugar but he doesn't really care too much. He swallows before giving Grantaire the smuggest look.]

I knew it.

[habitually]

Knew what? [ Shoving his icing-covered face away from him with a grimace. ]

Don't be an asshole. I lost, I got it.

[angeliaforos]

It's my birthday, dude. Allow me to tease you this one day without biting remarks.

[But he sighs a little, patting R on the back.]

You're gonna look damn good in that flag.