yogen | 🎉 if i celebrate, i want to offer my heartfelt and honest congratulations

Who: Norton Campbell, Nagito Komaeda, and open to anyone who'd be willing to offer Komaeda birthday wishes of their own volition
When: April 28, after class
What: 3rd floor, music room

Arriving

( so, it's like this: nobody likes komaeda.

well, it seems that way a lot of the time, from what norton's observing, and the unfortunate fact of the matter? no matter how absolutely off-his-rocker insane he's been acting, he... well, real or not, he didn't seem to be a bad guy in those memories norton has of him. try as he might, he can't simply act as though they don't exist either. so instead, with a sigh of defeat and an important date that he'd learned in those strange memories in mind, he'll go about collecting those who seem to be... more tolerant (even if that's a generous way to express it) of komaeda lately.

he's already arranged for the most reliable chef he's yet to meet in this school to help by preparing a birthday cake, (and learned quite a bit in the process, actually,) and he's let the others know where they should gather. so, when norton decides it's about time to drag komaeda to the survival club's meeting room for some kind of survival club-related excuse of a reason, there should hopefully already be at least a couple of people there and waiting for them—including one boy holding a white cat who may or may not look a little out of his element.

his voice is soft, but as the cake and the small collection of people he's managed to gather come into view, norton offers a smile. )

Happy birthday.

01.) ♡

( so... how will you greet the birthday boy? tag-ins will be assumed to be for komaeda, unless otherwise indicated! )

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[Cake is a pretty solid excuse to come to a party, even if said party is for a lunatic weirdo. It's not 100% true, but "I wanna keep an eye on this freak" is a lot more likely to start a debate he doesn't want. That one doesn't really fit his brand, anyway.

So yes. Cake.

Kokichi's seated himself on the edge of a table, kicking his feet while he digs in hungrily (he's always hungry, lately).]

Ugh, gross. Who made this? It's waaaay too sweet. I can't handle sweet things, y'know.

[Whining not aimed at anyone in particular. He's just gotta be his normal annoying self.

(And of course, he doesn't actually stop eating it.)]

((ooc: also feel free to hit me with a wildcard starter if you prefer!!))

( it wouldn't be a party if there wasn't any party games, so with his eyes covered by a blindfold, there's a leash in his hands as he tries to collar the.... donkey. you make do with what you have. think about it, had izumi not taken away komaeda's gun then he would be able to play russian roulette like every other normal person, but nothing's that easy. just because he doesn't care for his birthday doesn't mean he's against the party games like some sort of scrooge, but he's able to enjoy himself with the others to play around. besides, a few of the people were lucky in snapping it around komaeda's neck when it was their turn —

anyway, the thing about this is that komaeda's lucky, and other times, he isn't lucky at all — so how will his luck swing? well, towards ouma obviously.

he misses a few times when trying to collar someone, so with every step it brings him towards the ultimate — it's not like he's paying any mind to that. as much as he senses hope, despair and talent, he seems to be enjoying himself that he can't really tell. it's why while he can't see that he comes even closer towards ouma, and with the collar open.. will he try and snap it around the youth's neck! now it's time to rng whether komaeda's successful or ouma's going to cuss him the fuck out because... yeah.

komaeda's going for it! )

[It's a doomed effort from the start. Not only had Kokichi come largely to keep an eye on the weirdo, but he'd chosen this particular spot to sit because it game him a good view of the whole room (and...y'know, easy access to cake). He's been watching this whole nonsense from the start, even if he's been subtle about it.

So when Komaeda starts coming his way during this degenerate collar game, Kokichi just arches an eyebrow. And then when it becomes clear what's about to happen here, he makes a face and slumps down and back away from Komaeda's blind attempt to snag him, his half-eaten cake precariously balanced while he dodges.

And just to be extra safe, he lifts a leg and plants his foot in the center of Komaeda's chest to hold him at bay.

But because this is Kokichi, it cannot possibly be as simple as just pushing the weirdo away. So instead he adopts a panicked, distraught expression, free hand curled against his chest as if in terror.]

Help! S-someone get this creep away from me!!

( to be stepped on, ah, a dream. unfortunately, komaeda doesn't know that as he feels something flat against his chest pushing at him. he may be tall as hell, but he should be able to lean forward and collar the ultimate if he works hard enough. though, isn't touching against the rules? to be honest, what are the rules to the game? well, it's what anyone would expect — it goes for anything in the room, so he doesn't understand why someone would be stopping him. )

Oh! ( this voice he knows particularly well, very well in fact that komaeda reaches out with his mechanical hand to touch what's pressed against him. his fingers press against the tip, slow and curious, and then slide against the texture of the shoe's toebox as it glides along the black surface. his fingers turn alone the curve, index and middle brushing along the width of the purple heel while sizing up the length of the entire shoe. he still hasn't figured out what it is just yet, but those two fingers are adventurous as they slowly draw up, fumbling over the entrance lining until cold steel touches warm skin, and it's a shame komaeda's unable to register that.

his hand slithers up to his calf, stopping as komaeda lifts his pulls the hand that's holding the collar back so that ouma can.. feel safe? probably not as safe with a hand on his leg, but knowing that it's the ultimate lucky student that's holding him down, he has no reason to be worried. while he doesn't care about much around him, he does care — well, if you call this caring — about the ultimate that's before him, and with slight concern in his voice. )

What's wrong, Ouma-kun? You can have a turn after.

( while he's not complaining about a turn, he says this just in case. )

( given that he's still eating it, she's preeeeeeetty sure he's just whining to whine. but also. what if he's not. even though he's frankly not the intended recipient, she can't help but worry. )

Oh, did I really use too much sugar...?

( did she just open herself up to more teasing? yes.

fuck. )

[Ah. Should have guessed Nene was somehow responsible for this. A normal person would feel bad at this point, but Kokichi just grins.]

Obviously! Jeez, don't you taste-test your own cooking?

[He waves his fork idly as he talks, but then stabs it into his slice of cake and breaks off a piece before holding it out to her on the end of the fork. C'mon, try it...]

Of course I do! ( pouts!!! ) I even had Norton there with me while I was working on it.

( she taught a man how to frost properly and everything, it was an experience.

and then he holds out a piece of cake on a fork like he's offering a bite. ... but what if he really did find something wrong with his slice. fine, fine, she'll try it... leaning over to take the fork, the one sensible part of her mind wants to sigh. )

Then you shouldn't have taken it, should you?

[That comes from a blue eyed man who looks absolutely silly in a high school uniform, giving Kokichi a friendly wave and a smile.]

Though - I suspect you 'doth protest too much', hm?

[Kokichi definitely pointedly arches an eyebrow at the old man in a kid's uniform, but he settles for just...continuing to eat, perfectly cheery.]

No way! It's so gross, I'm gonna puke! You probably shouldn't get too close. Wouldn't wanna be in the spray zone, right?

Ah, well - it would not be the first time I've been subjected to an ignoble event.

[He just remains cheery as well, though-]

Forgive me, but I arrived here after hearing all the commotion - could you tell me what this party is exactly for?

Then don't keep eating IT, unless you're planning on getting sick and embarrassing yourself in front of everyONE...

( .............actually. )

Never MIND, go ahead and continUE ♪

[Without missing a beat:]

You really wanna see me puke? Wow, you're into some freaky stuff, huh...? Maybe you should have kept that one to yourself...

[Giving Natsume such a pitying look as he continues eating.]

( Ugh, don't play. )

Ew, NO. ( It's the humiliation for him, chief. ) Is it actually too sweet for YOU, or are you complaining just to hear yourself TALK?

🎉 if i celebrate, i want to offer my heartfelt and honest congratulations

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because u told me tooooo!

i'm sorry nene agdjsjd

kokichi like "i could give in to the nene beams but i wont"

/slides in bc you said it's open

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