BE PROUD

He opted for making a banana cake. No matter how tempting it was for him to just use Ranmaru’s banana’s, he decided to buy his own to avoid any unnecessary conflict that would ruin the mood.

Luckily he managed to make it while the other was out, and making a fresh batch of frosting to put over top once the cake was done and cooled down. On the table close to him he had a red bag with a new leather jacket which was the material gift he chose to get. Nothing too over the top since his choice in fashion was the opposite of Camus’s, but something that still suited him even if he thought he was encouraging his strange dress code.

Once the cake was decorated, he used gel frosting to write ‘happy birthday’ in the center in red and surrounded it with small banana shaped and flavored marshmallows before bringing it to the table.

He didn’t need to wait long for Ranmaru to get back as he sat at the table and had been reading a book while he waited, glancing over for a moment before turning back to his book for a moment and soon closing it so he could stand to greet him.

“…you’re difficult to shop for, you know. Mn…but…” It wasn’t as if he wanted to change how he acted around him for a single day, but even he thought that he somehow acted a little more soft during his birthdays than most days, even if he had gotten used to lowering his stubbornness around him.

“…Happy birthday.” Saying in English rather than Japanese.

He took a few steps forward and reached up to start loosening the others tie and avoided looking at his face, trying to concentrate on his task.

“The cake is made from scratch, by the way. So I suppose you’ll have to judge it. I’ve no doubt it came out well, though. Your actual gift is in the bag. I’m sure it’ll suit you.”

Anxiously, he glanced up to finally meet the others eyes and reached a hand to brush his fingertips against his jaw before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He was unsure why, but he had butterflies in his stomach the whole time baking the cake.

RANRAN BIRTHDAY TIME

Ren was already nowhere to be seen when Ranmaru took note of the set of photos, and although he had to admit that the photos were pretty nice-- he knew Ren enough to be sure that she hadn’t gotten permission from Ringo to share these photos with him. He got himself up from the couch and sighed. If he went straight to Ringo to tell him what happened he’d have to deal with the awkwardness of it all. Should he just go scold Ren and give the pictures back?

RANRAN BIRTHDAY TIME

“Oh, thanks.” One glance at the meat basket was enough for him to know that he likes what he's seeing. The whole cheesiness aside-- he isn’t used to Ren being so serious, after all--, he really appreciates her thoughtfulness. “Glad to still be kicking your ass whenever you do something wrong. And I guess you can come to me if you need help... as long as feelings aren’t involved, I mean.” 

The only thing Ranmaru ‘do’ is Camus.

It was only when he was sure that they were completely alone that he revealed the two packages he had inside a bag. Almost too hesitantly did he hand the gifts to Camus as he sat next to him on the couch. 

“I decided to get you somethin’ personalized this time.” His voice is quieter, more calm than normal as he watches Camus open the first gift, which is a locket. The color, combined with the snowflake at the center, just screamed ‘Camus’ to him the first time he saw it. Inside the locket is a photograph of Alexander.

Ranmaru found himself glancing off to the side as he explained. “I kinda thought you’d want to have him with you always somehow, y’know? ‘Cause you stay at the apartment with us most of the time nowadays, so you can’t see him as often.” 

His eyes move to look back at what the taller is doing as he hears the sound of more wrapping paper being ripped open, revealing the second gift, and the one the rocker was most worried about. It’s a framed photograph of the two of them as children.

“I-I know we don’t talk about back then that much, but I just happened to find that picture. I think it’s the only one we took together at the time. So I guess it’s kinda... special.” Of course he was lying about ‘just happening’ to find it. He had been looking all over for it for a few weeks now. He had even gone back to his hometown to try to find it at his mother and sister’s house.

“Anyway... happy birthday, Camus. There’s actually another part of your gift I planned, but I couldn’t get a reservation for today. So this weekend... we’re going to have dinner at that one fancy restaurant you like going to.”

What does that mean for this blog, then?

Well, I’ll still keep it around. I just won’t post here anymore, as I’ll be role playing Ranmaru on the other blog.

You can choose whether you want to follow the other blog to continue interacting with my Ranmaru or not. If the other characters bother you, I have separate tags for each, so you just need to block the other tags.

I’ll reblog this a few times before I stop posting here completely.

Hey hey long time no see folks!

Just wanted to say that I’ve been thinking of making a multi-muse blog and kinda transferring Ranmaru there. Of course I’ll still keep this blog around as an archive and stuff, but yeah. It’s just that I’m horrible at managing multiple blogs and I figured since there are a lot of characters I wanna roleplay, it’d be more convenient to do that.

I would be looking into roleplaying characters from various series, such as Love Live, Tales of, Final Fantasy, etc.

“Hey Kuro-rin!~ Kuro-rin!~” Ringo will very happily throw the rock sign his way.

Once he pulled back, Camus flicked his tongue back against his lips from tasting the bitter taste of the coffee there, though it wasn’t as bad as he thought it might be since his own sweetness overrode it for the most part.

“I do want them, keep that in mind..but I suppose since you’ll be gone a long while, I may as well let you get your fill while you can. Who knows when you’ll get frustrated and want to come back home?”

Even though he was convincing himself that he wasn’t going to be the impatient one during the whole month. He’d have enough to fill his hands with in the meanwhile as a distraction..not that he needed one.

“Or who know when you’ll be the one getting frustrated and begging me to come home?” He pressed a quick kiss to the other’s lips at that, before turning a bit to drink some more of his coffee.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you enough attention that it’ll last you a while. Can’t say it’ll last a whole month, but hey, having you actually need me would be nice, if it happens.”