fissionmailed | Happy Birthday to you~

[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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[It doesn't take long for David to finish his delicious slice. He laps his lips and rests the plate down, before planting his hands on Big Boss' back to encourage him towards the table.]

Your turn.

Hnh. I don't need- [He quirks a brow.]

_{Well, you needn't twist my arm.}

[He grabs a plate and loads it up.] I don't have much if an appetite.

[Little David scoffs.]

C'mon... You expecting a pretty lady to walk by and feed you?

[His ears are burning.]

...

[John smirks a little.] You mean I can't have that?

Sure you can. If you want it bad enough.

[David starts piling up his plate with proper food this time.]

You don't need a woman to do that.

[The kitten scoffs.]

[Snort, grunt!]

Adam-!

Quiet, you!

[He grabs a handful of ice cream and throws it at David.]

Pesky little--!

...

[Ducks]

[John manages to catch it with his face.]

.....

...........

heh.

Heh, heh, heh.

[He just starts laughing.]

I...

[He was speechless.]

I apologize, John.

[He starts eating the ice cream before it can get all over his clothes.]

[Adam pulls up his sleeves as he approaches John with a slight click of his tongue.]

_Honestly...

[He collects the ice cream onto a handkerchief to help clean him up.]

What...were you thinking? [He bellows out his words gruffly.]

...

You know how posessive I am.

[He does wince slightly at being bellowed at though.]

[He grabs Adam's hand loosely; really just enough to thwart his efforts.]

Stop, stop. [His tone is a lot softer.] I can do this myself.

You...really shouldn't throw things at the boy.

He started it.

[His lips twitched slightly, curling into a very small pout.]

You're a 70-year-old baby. Stop it. He's just a child.

[He slips his arms around Adam's waist.]

[Adam grumbled softly, but took advantage of the arm around his waist. He snuggled in against him and hooked his chin over John's shoulder, pulling a face at David.]

Hey, dad? Your girlfriend's pulling faces at me.

[David now has a new hobby; annoying his new found Mom.]

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