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]

You heard damn right, Eps.

[He grins a little bit. He's actually happy she came and that she's going to eat something. Even if it's junk food.

No, especially if it's junk food. Everybody's got a little bit of a vice, and...this is perfectly legal.]

I'll owe you one too. We'll think of something. Y'know, when we can actually get out of here.

[His voice drops a little low at the end of the sentence.]

[ospreyed]

Seriously.

[She sighs. Her birthday had been back in November, but hadn't made a big deal of it. Not her jam. Besides, birthdays were weird.

Flopping next to him, she sighs.]

When we can get outta here, I'm planning on visiting Montparnasse. I have some words I need to have with him.

[angeliaforos]

Yeah?

[One of his hands moves to her hair, just idly scratching at her scalp, meaning to be comforting.]

What're you gonna tell him?

[ospreyed]

Keep doing that.

[Playing with her hair is a secret weakness. Don't tell anyone.]

That he's a fucking dick bag and he can go fuck himself. But really my fists will do most of the talking.

[angeliaforos]

I'm on it.

[He's got no problems with doing this, of course. It's just as relaxing for Gabriel as it is for her.]

Y'know, after all this time? I kinda get the feeling this Monty guy isn't the sort you'd want me to meet.

[ospreyed]

[Dave had once remarked that Eponine was like a cat. You had to let her come to you and get cuddly. This was definitely one of those moments, where she was practically collapsed on top of Gabe, letting him play with her hair. And he was easily one of the few people that got to see this side of her.]

Yeah? Why? Gonna blind him with your prism? [Om nom cake.]

[angeliaforos]

Ooh, now there's an idea. I like the sound of that.

[he could, for starters, but he'd like to think he's a little more creative. And really, that guy deserves something that'll give him a run for his money, from he things he's heard from Eponine.]

I can't say I'll be able to beat him up, but I can sure as hell make him all- spotty-eyed so you can. Guy won't know what hit 'im. Literally.

[ospreyed]

I can take him on myself, y'know.

[She had, multiple times. It was how they worked.]

[angeliaforos]

Not saying you can't. I'm jut saying if you need backup, I'm your guy.

[He shrugs a little, scratching at her scalp near her ear.]

[ospreyed]

[Okay, she is putty in his hands. Not fair, Gabe.]

I'll keep it in mind.

But this I need to do alone.

[angeliaforos]

[Okay, that he gets. He shrugs a little, humming contentedly.]

And what are you gonna do after you give him hell?

[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.