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[secondthoughts]

Who ☀ Hector & "everyone"
What ☀ It's Hector's birthday!
When ☀ August 5
Where ☀ Lumina Cloth. Surprise!
Content Warnings ☀ drunk people, will add as needed

[ Arrive at Mac Anu, where the welcome party was held, to find it...empty? A quick look on the forums shows a little edit to Hector's post:

We're popping Lumina Cloth's cherry! See you there :-)

So that's where he is.

In the center of the brightly illuminated nighttime city, Hector's set himself up for his little get together. But since he doesn't have any tables or plates or anything fancy like that, all the alcohol and food he bought from various vendors are just...strewn around the floor. The food is probably still good to eat, though. It's fine. Take what strikes your fancy!

Hector's wearing his outfit again. He lounges on the steps of that funky spinny thing in the center of town, and anyone who gets close enough to hear him will hear music coming from his mic. Give him a break. He's doing his best.

When enough people have gathered, he might actually get up and drag everyone into a drinking game.

So enjoy—eat, drink, mingle, and smack your friends! PvP is enabled here, after all :) ]

Comments

[weaseled]

I fed 'em, but I never let the cats in the house. They'd track sand and dirt everywhere.

[secondthoughts]

[ Sheesh... Neat freak? ]

Then I don't think that counts.

[weaseled]

Heh. Good for me.

[But he's taking a sip anyway. Cheers to booze!]

[secondthoughts]

[ Hah! Fair enough. Hector mirrors him to drink. ]

Did you ever own any other pets, though?

[weaseled]

There were a lot of cats roaming the neighborhood where I grew up. I wasn't allowed to keep any of them, but I'd spend my allowance on treats and catnip for them.

[secondthoughts]

Catnip. I bet you were their favorite, spoiling them like that.

[ He gives a knowing grin. Pussy magnet. ]

[weaseled]

What can I say? I was popular with the local tabbies.

[Hector, you dog...! That said, Yael returns the smile just as effortlessly.]

[secondthoughts]

[ Hector laughs and gives him a playful nudge in the arm. ]

I can see it, though. [ Sincerely, ] Cats suit you.

[weaseled]

Do they? Oh brother...

[Yael snorts a derisive laugh, but he's genuinely curious.]

Why's that?

[secondthoughts]

It's just the stereotype, you know? Quiet, stoic guy, but with a soft spot for cats. Haven't you heard of it before?

[ Reminds him of someone... ]

[weaseled]

Nah. Can't say I have. Animals can't screw you over and don't talk back, so who wouldn't have a soft spot for them?