Happy Birthday to you~

[systemismine.livejournal.com]

[Not only was it New Years Eve in the Nexus, but it was also a certain someone's birthday. Ocelot had spent his time preparing for the event on the rooftops for a few days now and he was finally happy with the end result.]

[Green balloons were wrapped around the railings, and there was a huge buffet table set out, along with the grill to cook the various assortment of meat (yes, that included snakes and treefrogs for any of the younger versions of Big Boss around). He had a little help from a particular individual to hunt down said species, but it was worth it in the end.]

[If snake-meat wasn't to your liking, there also happened to be a various selection of 'party' food, too. Potato chips, sausages, cupcakes, cheese, crackers, anything and everything to suit the tastes of all individuals. There was a cooler for beer, but also some fizzy cola out for any of the younger kids that decide to come by.]

[Ocelot had even decided to put up a banner congratulating the birthdate of Big Boss, and demanded people who turned up to bring presents, or food.]

[Of course, in the center of the table was a massive cake for the lucky birthday boys.]


_{((ooc: Any Big Boss that celebrates their birthday today, this is for you. 8D))}

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[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[David knew better than to get distracted, but the amount of food up here and all his senses being stimulated all at once were quiet a treat for the young soldier. He licks his lips, wondering if he could snatch up a burger.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[The old man sees you licking your lips, there...]

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[He sneaks hold of a chicken drumstick and starts tugging the meat away between his teeth.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[John just chuckles.]

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Big Boss...

[He swallows his mouthful.] Hey...

You didn't tell me it was your birthday today.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

...I.

Hnh.

_{I forgot, actually. It's not a day I celebrate.}

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

You don't?

[David furrows his brows.] But... Look at all this food.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

...

[He never did before. It was never made to be important to him. In fact, he can barely remember the date.]

I didn't. I never have...until today.

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

You can learn how to do that now then. I didn't celebrate mine until I got here.

[He points to the cake.] Look at that! It's all for you.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

That cake?

It's pretty big. It's meant to be shares, is it not?

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

That's up to you to decide.

[He licks his lips.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I think that it should be shared.

[He pats his little Son on his shoulder.] Want a slice?

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

You'd really let me have a slice?

[He licks his lips again; it DID look very tempting. But part of him couldn't help pondering if this was a test.]

... If I say 'no', will you still give me a slice?

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Heh. David.

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[Caught red handed.]

... [David turns to look up at his Father, mouth filled with potato chips.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[John just laughs. Poor kid acts as if he's never been fed.]

Heh heh. Hungry? Have whatever you want. There's plenty for everyone, it seems.

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[Nnnope! He's just got his father's appetite.]

Hnnh~! As long as you eat too.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[Clearly!]

I will, don't worry. [He eyes that huge cake. He knows that won't last long between everyone.]

Everything looks so tasty. I'm not sure where to begin.

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

What about that turkey? You could teach me how to carve it.

[He looks up at his Father with eager eyes.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

A whole turkey...woah.

[He rubs the back of his head thinking that this celebration is pretty big.]

Yeah. Yeah, I can teach you. Come on.

[He wanders over to the bird and then picks up the carving knife and serving fork.] Right.

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[David joins John at the table and stands beside him to silently observe. The turkey smelled great, and he couldn't wait to try some.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[John stabbed it with the fork then takes the knife and carefully starts carving slices for everyone.]

If you fetch yourself a plate, I'll give you some.

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[He does as he's told and grabs them both a plate, not sure if John wants to try it or not.]

Here we go.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

...

[He was going to try to not eat any just yet but, what the Hell? Why not? it's his birthday. He places a big slice on each plate, and then adds a fork as well.]

There. Come on. [He gestures to a couple of nearby chairs.]

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[David wanders over towards the chairs and takes a seat. He waits for his Father to be seated as well; he was patient enough for that, and he was also raised to be polite.]