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leo valdez. ([personal profile] commandertoolbelt) wrote in [community profile] halfbloodhill2014-04-23 11:34 am

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[ So today is a certain daughter of Hecate's birthday, and a certain boyfriend of hers has been working on how they should celebrate that. The most obvious thing? A cake, which he has been collaborating with some of the nymphs to make a reality. Sometime after lunch is when the big reveal happens, and they bring it up to Natalie's table with bright grins.

It's... a relatively plain cake, compared to the one she'd had made for Leo's birthday. There are colors swirled in icing, blues and purples with runes dancing over the surface of it in glowing green - what they mean, or how they're glowing, Leo isn't entirely certain, but it looks awesome. His particular contributions was a little fog machine meant to emulate the Mist, the little clouds hugging the layers of the cake but not hiding it entirely. Oh, and the pair of lit torches in lieu of candles, sized down to fit.

And there's another surprise he's put into this, but hopefully that won't be revealed until he's ready. ]


Happy birthday, Nat!
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[personal profile] clearasil 2014-05-06 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
I could, but then I'd probably fall asleep before we could do anything. [ She laughs again. ] There are too many eyes in the woods and too much, you know, dirt. Maybe the bunker.
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[personal profile] clearasil 2014-05-06 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
I like the guy, but I'd rather be alone. I mean, with you. [ She does have to figure out a crate for Wolfgang but it's not like they're jumping to it right away. It makes her giddy though, giddy and frightened because this is big, but she's never felt more levelheaded about a decision like this. It feels rather unromantic in this context, but it's better to have things more or less figured out as far as she's concerned. ]
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[personal profile] clearasil 2014-05-06 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
This guy - [ She nods down at her lap. ] - I've got a spare pillow for him, but I'd like to give him a mini room in the cabin. Not a cage, though, but a polecat pad. Also, I should invest in toys and figure out what else he can eat that's available in camp.

Anyway.

[ She takes a deep breath, lips quirked anxiously. ] Thanks for him.
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[personal profile] clearasil 2014-05-06 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Lots of jingly things, like maybe a bell for a collar. [ She'll be the best polecat momma there ever was. ]

So when do you want to ... ? I mean, not make his toys obviously. You know. I can - whenever.
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[personal profile] clearasil 2014-05-06 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
I just want to put myself in the proper mindset! [ Huff. She's defensive, even as she leans into the kiss on her cheek, closing an eye when he does so. ]

Yeah, I definitely consulted them and Cosmo magazines on how to woo men. [ Not the best joke considering how horrifying Cosmo tips are. ]
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[personal profile] clearasil 2014-05-06 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
If you're sure. [ :| ]

Because I go through cycles of doubt concerning my own wooing skills, or lack thereof considering that I just tried to schedule losing my virginity.
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[personal profile] clearasil 2014-05-06 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[ She nods, mostly to herself. ]

Okay. [ Scooping her pet into her arms again, she then leans in to kiss him properly, not caring at this moment if anyone happened upon them. There's some socializing she'd like to do, she supposes, but she will drop in on him later on. ]
clearasil: (( happiness ? ))

[personal profile] clearasil 2014-05-06 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Later. [ She agrees. For now, she'll rest her head on his shoulder until they part. ]
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[personal profile] clearasil 2014-05-06 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Alright. [ Her voice is unusually quiet yet again as she pulls away, not bothering to shake the sand off her cuffed jeans or out of her sneakers. ]

See you. [ With a hand pressed to his shoulder as she stands, she sends a grin over her shoulder before departing. ]