((Sooooo many notifs to clear out here, I'll get to everybody #soon

Hm. It's her day, isn't it?

...hnngh~

<--- Horny cock explosion.

((Sry guys, dee made me do it

With the scenario over, Joonghyuk sat in the clearing, all hard and shit. He'd misplaced his star stream gifted fleshlight, so it seemed like he'd have to use his hand. Baka baka star stream!!

Loyalty is dead in today's age.

// Today I would like to publically and calmly address recent incidents I've encountered with Char, a writer many of you know.

A few days ago Char had posted an image on their Kurt account that was a joke regarding the Espstein Files, something that might come across harmless however ++

𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋

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the wick.

"Happy birthday, Kim Dokja," he spoke once he was done. "Make a wish."

Would Kim Dokja appreciate that? Would he smile the way children do, the way 𝘩𝘦 does, with those sparkling eyes and wide grin-

Probably not the song. Too awkward.

Yoo Joonghyuk dug into the picnic basket once more, producing a pack of small candles to set onto the cake, using a lighter to light

A little stiffly, the man nodded, taking his place opposite Kim Dokja on the blankets, crossing his legs primly.

He was dimly aware that there was something that he needed to say. Some sort of well-wishing. Perhaps he should sing the birthday song the way he did for Yoo Mia?

Only this once.

Tch.

of the basket and pulling out sandwiches, fruit bread, steamed Bao, and- incredibly- a cream cake decorated with strawberries.

"It's your birthday."

Had it been anyone else, there would've been a round of laughter by now.

However, this was Yoo Joonghyuk, so all that followed was an open-handed smack to Kim Dokja's skull.

"Idiot! Do you see any screens here? This is no scenario."

Grumbling, the man bent alongside Dokja, pulling open the flap

((Come. Let's do it sloppy style

((GOOD, IT'S REALLY CUTE

((The ooc mark. Your Rose has similar brackets, but with a heart in between, and your music Meister has a music note

(("I wonder if the new Booster is Cas..."

"OH IT'S DEFINITELY CAS!!"

And a picnic basket upon that blanket.

"Come on," Joonghyuk called, stepping towards the meagre setup.

They were in a park now, or something that 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 was a park before the apocalypse. Now, it was more of a forest in the making. Weeds sprouted everywhere, and so did saplings. The greenery bursting out without rhyme or reason. A messy, shabby place.

But, on the overgrown grass, there lay a blanket.