Closed starter for @sugarpixie
"Sugarsweet, I appreciate the attention and all," Salvatore drawled, struggling to keep a smile off his face, "but this is a bit excessive, don'tcha think?" Pippin's enthusiasm was so infectious, though, that even Salvatore knew his protests were half-hearted at best. If he really wanted the pixie to stop, he could just leave.
But Salvatore didn't want Pippin to stop. This was the most anyone had done for his birthday in a long time, possibly ever, and he was enjoying it so much more than he thought he would. Even if Pippin was definitely going a little overboard, he truthfully didn't mind.
When Salvatore had told Pippin offhandedly a few weeks before about his upcoming birthday, he hadn't expected anything to come of it. Really, though, he should've known better. The memory of Pippin's bright eyes lighting up with excitement made the vampire chuckle to himself.
No, Salvatore didn't mind in the slightest. Even if he did feel a bit ridiculous.
With that thought, Salvatore adjusted the goofy crown Pippin had plopped on his head, the one proudly proclaiming him The Birthday King, and smiled up at the pixie. He certainly didn't feel like any goddamn king, but it was nice to get the attention, he supposed.
"Ahhh, what the he-heck," he said, remembering at the last second that Pippin wasn't a fan of swearing. "'S one day a year anyway. So, what else you got planned for the day?"