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OOC: Gokudera's Party Log Post

OBVIOUSLY you don't have to show up. We know it's short notice and during the week (feel free to run threads for months I don't mind) we just had a lot of people wanting to log things related to it and rather than have 17 little logs (seriously, I mean it is starting to clutter friend's page, for which I apologize because I think 1/2 of that is me orz) THIS WAY everyone can and all one post. And be spontaneous whatever.

It's decorated for Gokudera's birthday, nothing TOO big and flashy but Fujiko got him a piano banner because she's like that. (and did one for Akito/Agito so yeah)

Also of course, the awesome amazing PIANO Tsuna and Reborn got him with Brooke to visit and play!! YAY!

Okay guys enjoy.

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He approaches it cautiously and stares, "It really took that many people?" Gokudera lifts a hand and points to one of the tiny bombs sitting on the cake, "This is the strangest red velvet cake I've ever seen in my life." It didn't even have cream cheese frosting. Or did it? He couldn't tell through all the colors.

"Well... it was originally just going to be me and Takeshi, but everyone else wanted a part in it too" she says, walking over to a cooler she had spotted and pulling out a bottle of water. Miranda straightend, and turned to him as she unscrew the top. "I think... we all agreed it should reflect you"

Gokudera sighed and glanced at her, looking as though he was going to say something. He shut his mouth and turned his attention back to the confectionery masterpiece standing before him. "Hmm." A knot wound up in his stomach as he considered what she said. 'We all' Not Miranda, the poor girl that had been through enough with him, but people who barely knew him, and even his boyfriend. The teen brought his right hand to his chest and clutched at it as though he was suffering.

The Exorcist approached him, recalling how she has wanted to make his cake since that week he had been de-aged. And then Takeshi wanted to make him one, and as much as she wanted to make the boy happy, she didn't want him to make it by himself, especially since she had been planning to make it for so long. The others, though, were just a happy coincidence. Miranda noticed the sigh, and the glance, and the slightly pained expression on his face. "...Gokudera?"

"I-I hope it tastes better than it looks." Gokudera said, taking a deep breath and lowering his hand. He didn't look over at the Exorcist, worried that he might embarrass himself.

"I think it looks alright..." Sure, the fondant was perfect but then again it's not like any of the people who helped make it when to culinary school. Miranda cocked her head slightly as she spoke to the teen. "You will be having a piece, right?"

"Yeah it does." Gokudera said. But the true test of a cake was not how it looked, but how it tasted. "Alright." He said, nodding gently at Miranda. "I'll try a piece."

She grinned at him happily. "Great!" Miranda was relieved she wouldn't have to save him a piece; who knows if someone would've gottent to it or something.

"...Did you test all the ingredients first?" He asks, shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

"Y-yes" she pouted, crossing her arms ~~cutely~~defensively. Everything except the eggs, of course. Who on earth would eat raw eggs?!

"Hm." He looks her over. "You can eat some first." Gokudera trusts that she tested everything, but with so many hands in the kitchen, something could have gone wrong.

She sighs. "Alright, alright... I will. Do you want to cut it already?" Miranda asks, uncrossing her arms.

"Has anyone else seen it yet?" He asks, looking about as though people might turn the corner any minute.

"Just the people who helped make it" she stated simply, raising a brow at the bomber's actions. Why was he acting so shifty?

"Then I'll have a piece later." Gokudera says, going back to looking like he doesn't care at all. "Everyone should see this. It's pretty cool."

Her stomach flitted happily at the compliment to the cake, and it showed in her grin. "Like I said, we wanted it to reflect you"

"..." Gokudera lowers his head and gives her a sad smile. He doesn't know what to say because really, he's touched. Receiving any kind of gift from her or anyone else on the Grand Line isn't anything he's used to. He can't compare it to fanclub devoted to him at school because he knows their attraction to him is based only on their need for attention. They don't know him, and they really don't care. It's almost as though they were all competing for his attention and it reminds him of dogs begging for food. So pitiful. But this. This is different. He has friends here and they want to help him just for the hell of it. They aren't trying to prove anything or get anything from him.

Miranda's ecstatic grin softened into a content smile as she gingerly placed her water bottle on the table beside the cake. She approached the silver-haired teen, placing a hand on his shoulder, and giving it a tight squeeze. For not wanting a party, and for not wanting anyone to do anything for him, he sure had been looking awfully happy tonight. The woman almost felt silly thinking he would be angered by the turnout. She felt the urge to hug him, but refrained because well... it was in public and who knows how he would've reacted if she just did it. "H-Happy birthday, Gokudera"

Gokudera watches her and doesn't pull away when she touches him. If anything, his tension starts to ease away and he lets out a small sigh. This isn't so bad... this whole birthday party thing. He wonders to himself when the last time he'd actually celebrated his birthday had been. It was usually spent alone, reflecting on his past, and was never focused around his happiness. The teen nods at her, "Thank you, Manda."

She feels his shoulder loosen up under her hand. Miranda doesn't understand why, but the urge to hug him is a lot stronger now. S-should she ask? Well... the worst he could say was no, and then things would be awkward... but they've dealt with worse things between them, right? Right. Taking the hand that rested on his shoulder and rubbing the back of her neck with it, the woman blushes slightly. "Um..."

He frowns at the question and pouts, not feeling entirely comfortable about the idea. "I'd rather you not, actually." Gokudera puts his hands up and takes a small step back, watching her carefully while he does so.

"...oh" Well... um... this was awkward. Mirandas' blush deepens as she turns her gaze to the floor.

"Don't worry about it." He flashes her a grin and it stops short, "Hm. Miranda... why are you blushing?" Gokudera wonders why she's acting so shy.

She stiffens, taking the hand that was rubbing her neck and waving it in the air dismissively between them. Miranda was laughing nervously as she said, "D-don't worry about it. It's n-nothing, really"

"Really?" His expression hardens and he takes a step closer to her. "Maybe you should drink some more water..." Gokudera looks mildly concerned. If she's getting sick again, he won't know what to do, and kicking her off the Vongola is the only thing that makes sense to him.

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