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[vaccination]

WHO: You, Jesse Pinkman, and some party people.
WHERE: A conveniently located park in Heropa.
WHEN: Saturday.
WHAT: Jesse's birthday! Turning 12. Feel free to tag in wherever or make your own sections.
WARNINGS: God only knows.

NOTE!!! Anyone is welcome to come, whether they replied to Skye's post or not. Stumble into a party, assume they saw the invite, whatever!

[For a last minute thing thrown by a two people who don't have much experience with birthday parties, it's all come together pretty well. Nevermind that they actually didn't have a place to hold the party until not too long ago (minor detail), but hey, that's what public parks are for. Covered seating, a hearty amount of streamers and cheap, brightly colored table cloths, food scattered around the tables--this is probably what a birthday party for a younger kid would look like.

Whatever, it's charming.

There's a man made lake and a few fire pits for cooking nearby, though it looks like meat was probably forgotten in favor of baked goods, chips, dip, pizza, soda, and beer.

If one pays attention, they may catch sight of Ellie and Skye exchanging high fives throughout the party. Well done, ladies.]

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[lurings]

[ quiet, stone faced, accidentally sneaking up on her, talking to her in the middle of the night about mood music derek? maybe not, it's not an uncommon name. ] Yeah, that sounds better than the movie, actually.

[ex_question191]

Hey now, let's not get sacrilegious, here.

[lurings]

You could get a lightsaber though... [ and then. AND THEN. abigail hobbs makes the lightsaber noise, her hand sweeping between them before she takes a step forward and bumps her knuckles against his chest lightly. ] Gotcha.

[ex_question191]

[ oh no. oh no no no. ]

[ you see, you can't just "get" stiles in a lightsaber fight. he is a master of the imaginary force. so he takes a step back and draws his own "lightsaber" with a mimed motion and a noise. ]

Yeah? Come on, bring it.

[ he also has zero shame for the fact that they're in a public place. ]

[lurings]

[ she tries to bite back her stupid smile, literally biting her lip before it slides between her teeth and stiles actually gets a brief flash of those teeth as a grin flits and stutters across her expression. ]

I could be a former Olympic fencing champion, you know.

[ said like "fair warning". should the girl that once gutted a boy in her living room really be even playing pretend with invisible stabby weapons? no. is she going to? yes. because she thinks she has control over her girly urges and then stiles does something adorable and it's gone. ]

[ex_question191]

Oh yeah?

[ funnily enough, he doesn't seem to believe her. ]

And I could be an actual Jedi master, I mean, we just don't know.

[lurings]

Hmmm. [ she pretends to think about this. ] I could see it.

[ and with that she copies stiles' lightsaber motion. it's on. it's on like donkey kong. marissa would be so proud of her. marissa would also think this counts as flirting and abigail is 100% sure she's not even capable of that, so.

she'll take the silent win from her dead best friend. ]

[ex_question191]

[ this definitely counts as flirting. he lets her win. ]

[ idek how to rp a lightsaber battle. swoosh, swoosh. imaginary swordfight. much intense, very force. ]

[lurings]

[ you know who doesn't laugh often? abigail hobbs. you know who is laughing in relaxed, anxiety free amusement? abigail hobbs. stiles stilinski gets every single gold star. she's still laughing as she steps closer and pokes him slightly off center on his chest again, pinpoint accuracy to where his heart is. ]

Did you let me win? [ she doesn't seem to care one bit, looking up at him with a fond smile, turning a little shy as the laughter trails off. ]

[ex_question191]

Me? Nnooope.

[ he's grinning though, not at all a sore "loser", and happy to see her happy. people are probably staring at them, but for once he doesn't feel the excruciating anxiety of eyes on him — well, not more than one particular pair of eyes. ]

Wanna get some cake or whatever?

[lurings]

Yeah, sure. [ the eyes on him are definitely heart eyes motherfucker. it's almost comical. maybe she just really likes cake. ] Um, I think it's... over there. [ she points in the right direction to the food table. ]

[ex_question191]

Yeah, cool.

[ aaaand he's just gonna smoothly take her hand on the way to get cake. for reasons. ]

Gotta be careful not to turn it into bagels. I mean, I wouldn't mind so much, but whoever baked it might.

[lurings]

The breakfast thing only happens when I'm... [ she shrugs, reaching up to tuck some wayward hair behind her good ear. ] Anxious?

[ex_question191]

[ stiles casts a small smile sidelong at her. ]

Okay, well. You just tell me if I'm making you nervous.

[ and then cake. something something party rp. ]

[lurings]

[ you make her nervous all the time, stiles, wow. but not in an anxious way. cake is good. she does not eat cake like she eats sandwiches or cereal, she just inhales that slice of sugary delicious, licking the frosting off her lips. ]

When is your birthday?

[ex_question191]

Not 'til April. Uh, the 8th.

[ stiles is a little slower with the cake. and definitely messier. ]

When's yours?

[lurings]

August 6th.

[ex_question191]

Are you kidding me? Does that mean you turned up here like, right around your birthday? That's the worst.

[lurings]

[ shrug. ] Its okay, I kind of forgot about it anyway. It was the end of winter back home, so I skipped seven or eight months, and I was all... [ her hand flutters by her neck. she was all healing from a gaping neck wound. she slept the entire day, not that exciting. ]

[ex_question191]

Right, yeah.

[ the scars. he still hasn't asked. he's not sure if he's supposed to. the timeline of her injuries and the psychos in her life is still a little confusing to him, but he's not sure he wants it clarified. then he might owe her information of his own, and it's hard enough talking about it with the people who lived beacon hills with him, or Thomas who just up and plucked it from Lydia's head. ]

We'll just have to celebrate Jesse's birthday really hard to make up for it.

[ which means another piece of cake, obviously. ]

[lurings]

You're going to make yourself sick. [ but she's smiling, so she sure isn't going to stop him even if she probably can't stomach another slice of her own.

maybe she will just steal his frosting.

we just don't know.

it is a mystery. ]