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“--get in the camera. Rok Soo!”
“On it...”
CJS yelps as he’s grabbed from his adoring masses, hauled ass by a KRS who uses his weak fragile body to his advantage knowing CJS can’t drag his heels in for fear of breaking his fragile back.
CJS laughs, saying, “Alright. Alright! I’m coming-eep!”
He yelps--muffled--as his mouth is stuffed with a piece of frosted cake, his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunks.
“If you listened this wouldn’t have happened-”
“Ready-?”
“One
“Two
“Three--
“HAPPY NEW YEARS. CHEESE-”
The shutter snaps, the flash leaving circles in everyone’s vision for the following minutes. They don’t care, nor are they really impaired, food flying everywhere as LSH slams it into KRS’ face, CJS goes ducking, another team member laughs, and the entire party descends into mad, frantic, half-drunk revelry.
It’s merrymaking, and as KRS--Cale Henituse--blinks away the memory, his nose bleeding fresh over his lips, he drops his gaze, studying the hands that are pale, no longer scarred, so different from the hands of that memory, flinging frosted cake by the fistfuls and laughing like mad.
“...human? Are you okay?”
“...I am. Just thinking of something similar.”
Cale Henituse looks up to the roomful of his family crowded around him, a large cake lit up with candles and small handheld fireworks sizzling here and there.
He smiles, not a smirk, or a twist of his lips, a warm curve--though small--to his mouth which makes Raon perk up in brightness.
“GOOD. Now blow out the candles, this mighty dragon will let you do it this year-”
Cale scoops up the squawking dragon into his arms, scoops up On and Hong into them as well once they clamber up his legs and shoulders. They approach the cake, the flickering lights and the affection they can nearly touch, pervading the room.
“Any last minute wishes? No? Then-”
Happy New Year, Henituse Household and the Anti-WS brigade, is the caption on the cake, but it’s smudged by excited paws and a human hand soon enough.
Flinging-
End.