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

[nortonnnn]

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

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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.

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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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[commences]

( 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. )