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"Hey I heard it's your birthday or something?" Natsu remarked with the raise of a brow. "Sorry I don't have a gift or anything but happy birthday!" Then a wide grin appeared as he threw into the air a fireball that exploded into fireworks.
/Watches the display/
A-Aahh but that’s more than what C.C. gave me. She didn’t even share a slice of pizza! ヽ(ﾟﾛﾟ；)Thank you very much, I really appreciate it!
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06. Young Blood [closed]
Snickering with dangerous intentions, the young proclaimed teenager ascended a staircase (to what the building's purpose was, he was unsure) in hopes that it lead to the roof. His hopes were not in vain as he soon found the setting sun to greet his entrance to an open path of concrete, his destined path to be an unprotected area (as no fences kept the open air and horrid decent from the safe and sturdy building) of the roof. More specifically, he was aiming for the sidewalk below it.
Said area was filled with several people as their work or school day came to an end and their personal errands had begun. In Yasa's hands filled the possibilities for a wicked amount of fun and not to mention pure, mindless vandalism. Three bags filled with several cartons of eggs and a set of spray paint bottles of all assorted colors were placed on the ground next to the building's ledge as the blond peered over it to view the public below.
"Eheh," he chuckled, musing to himself as to which of the several ideas he had in mind to use first. In a very serious game of eenie meanie minie moe, the eggs won. Removing the first from it's siblings in the carton, Yasaburou held it over the ledge and awaited the first victim's path to fall right under his weapon.
And down below fell the missile, spatting onto the head of a pink haired boy. Running to the opposite end of the building (because, of course, he wasn't stupid enough to watch directly above said incident), he awaited the reaction he hoped to receive.
