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[Late in the morning, only just after he had his morning coffee and just fixed toast for breakfast, Teddy had been surprised to find himself being shoved out of the apartment by his own boyfriend. Soon, he found himself blinking at the front door, a piece of cinnamoned toast still in his hand as the post-it note with his name beside Billy's door sign fluttered mournfully to the ground.

He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.

During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.

The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.

The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.

Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.

With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]

Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?

[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]

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[That earns a lifted brow from Teddy as well, which, combined with that smirk on his face, might be sultry on its own.

He keeps eye contact as he leans forward, fingers brushing against Billy's inner wrist, then taking a gentle hold while he takes the spoon into his mouth. Already, he can tell that it tastes good. Not the best, not by a long shot, but it's still very good, and that tells him more than anything else just how much effort (love) Billy put into it.

He slowly slides the spoon out of his mouth, giving Billy's wrist another brush of his thumb before he pulls his hand back as well.]

Mmm... [Still, he'll make a show of tilting his head, as if judging the taste.]

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[Already the noises he's making are good indications that Billy did well, but you can never be too sure, so with a slight smirk he leans in to press a kiss to the side of Teddy's mouth, wanting to kiss him but at the same time wanting him to enjoy the taste of the food first. He kisses the spot - and the area around it - a few times, murmuring as he does so.]

Well? How did I do? Enough love for you?

[Pfft, Teddy can't help grinning at that, and he winds his arms around Billy's waist to keep him close.]

More than enough. [And he tilts his head enough to kiss him, deeply enough to let it be a nice, stir fry flavored kiss. See for yourself how much love you put into it, Kaplan.]

[Oh, he's feeling the love, alright, but the stir fry has nothing to do with it.

He lets the kiss linger a little, enjoying the taste of dinner and something uniquely Teddy, but before long he gently urges the blond back, tapping the clean end of the spoon against Teddy's chest and offering up a satisfied smile.]

Mm, good- but we should eat it before it gets cold. And I hope you don't have plans for the rest of the night, either, because I'm kidnapping you.

[Okay, okay, he'll step back. But Teddy still keeps his hands on Billy's waist, and at first, he raises a brow at being kidnapped for the rest of the night. After that, though, moves his hand up to press the back of his hand to his forehead as he raises the pitch of his voice a little.]

Oh no, I've been kidnapped! What should I do?

[Billy snorts quietly at that, lifting his hand again to stuff the spoon in Teddy's mouth and nudge him out of the way to gain access to the rice and a pair of plates.]

Give yourself a drama queen award and go sit down, for starters. I am not microwaving my masterpiece.

[Teddy just grins around the spoon and leans over to flick Billy's shoulder with the end of it as he passes by. He'll head for the table then, taking the spoon out of his mouth to hold it in front of him like a microphone.]

I'd like to thank the academy for this drama queen award, and the Avengers because they deserve to be thanked even if it has nothing to do with them, and especially the best boyfriend in the world, for kidnapping me and even keeping my mouth shut with a spoon to provide realism! Thank you, thank you, I love you all.

[Billy misses the start of his display, fixated on trying to spoon the rice out of its cooker, but when Teddy starts up his speech he glances over his shoulder and just about chokes and drops the pot. He's grinning like an idiot by the end of it, though, a little bubble of brief yet genuine laughter escaping his lips.]

You, Teddy Altman, are ridiculous.

[And Teddy just smiles, because yes, he made Billy do that. And while he knows Billy's embarrassed by his laughter, Teddy thinks it's one of the most perfect sounds. Achievement of the day unlocked.]

And you, Billy Kaplan, love me for it.

[Just whose birthday is it, huh? Or is laughing present number three? (Or four? Are they up to four? Does dinner count?) Billy lifts a hand to cover his mouth, shaking his head, and finishes up with the rice, adding the stir fry mix and carrying Teddy's plate over. He'd tried for two but his wrist basically went "nope, nope, too heavy", so apparently that's a bust.]

What can I say, it's my kryptonite. [He passes the plate, brows lifting.] Dinner is served.

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[Oh my god it already smells delicious, and there it is right in front of him - But Teddy, being the polite guy that he is, will wait for Billy to be seated as well. In the meantime, Teddy watches after him with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.]

I sure hope it isn't kryptonite. You'd be dead by now if it was.

[Billy's lips quirk into a smile, setting down his own plate and joining him at the table, his knees bumping up against Teddy's.]

No thanks, I've already had one bad birthday surprise. The goal today is a nice, quiet evening, just the two of us.

Sounds like my kind of birthday evening.

[He smiles in return and moves his legs, hooking them lightly around Billy's. Yeah, he's glad they invested into a small table like this.

Then Teddy digs in, and it's obvious that he appreciates it by the noise of satisfaction he makes. Not the best, but since Billy made it, it's definitely special, and Teddy certainly enjoys it.

It's... different, to say the least. Not the food, but this whole thing. Teddy's mom made it a point to celebrate his birthday, even as he grew out of the kiddie phase of wanting a big birthday with all of his friends over. He kind of expects her to walk out with a big cake adorned with seventeen candles, but he pushes that expectation aside. It won't happen. Not here, and not back home. And this isn't the time to dwell on that, because this isn't about reliving memories of his mom. It's about making new ones with Billy.

As if to thank Billy again, Teddy gives his ankle a light stroke with his foot before leaving it alone. He really does appreciate all of this.]

[Billy's lips curve into a smile as Teddy essentially plays footsies with him under the table; it's juvenile, but you know what? They're teenagers, juvenile should be the norm. And he's certainly not going to complain about being physically connected with Teddy, even in small ways like this.

He fills the silence with whatever comes to mind, rambling about the afternoon's cooking adventure, a few discoveries he'd made while out and about getting ready for their day, and a recount of a few of the comics/novels he'd picked up today at the library- anything to get a conversation going, which usually isn't difficult for the two of them. He's not sure what's on Teddy's mind, but this is their first birthday together (either as friends or as a couple), so he wants to make it special in any way that he can. Especially with everything that Teddy's discovered and lost this past year.

He wants it to be special.

Once they finish dinner, he collects the dishes himself whether Teddy tries to help or not and escapes to the counter for a few moments, ordering Teddy to stay put. There's a bit of fiddling and wrestling with something in the microwave for a bit, but finally he waves his hand, magic zapping the switch on the wall and taking out the lights, and the only thing keeping the living room lit is now a flickering of blue around his hands. He turns around as it fades to a gentle orange-red flame, holding a pan with seventeen colourful candles lit and illuminating the shy smile on his face.]

Happy birthday, Teddy.

[And Teddy conversed right back with him; when they were first friends, it always amazed him how easy it was to talk to Billy. Now, it's just natural. He, too, talked about a few discoveries he made, how he talked to several people, including some that turned up the fanboy-moe so much that Teddy had a tough time holding it back.

He tried to help with dishes, of course, but Billy insisted, and Teddy found himself sitting at the table and waiting to see what his boyfriend had in mind. He really can't keep the smile off his face; this was already a good day, even before he came home to Billy again. But now? It's even better. And he isn't sure how it'll get even better than this.

Billy proves him wrong by turning out the lights, something that makes Teddy frown and look around and nearly ask if the electricity went out, only to find the telltale blue glow of Billy's magic fade into flame that isn't at all roaring and gruesome.

And there's the pan. With the seventeen candles. Just like... ha. No. This is something Billy thought up himself. And even though there's something painful in his chest, it ends up melting into warmth. It might be a little more difficult to see his smile in the lighting, but it's certainly something. Touched and grateful, and maybe just a bit of shyness of his own.

He wants to stand and help him. To take the pan, place it on the table and free up Billy's hands enough for the kiss he's dying to give him right now. But instead, he straightens up and shifts in his chair as if he wants to move.]

Billy... [There's wonder in his voice, too. Is this really what he spent all day on? Making all of this perfect? He certainly succeeded, in that case.] You really...

[Billy's smile only grows at the look on Teddy's face; he'd been worried that going all out would only bring back memories and end up being hurtful, but the look on Teddy's face says it all. This is a good thing.

He looks a little sheepish as he carries the pan over, setting it down in front of Teddy so he can get a look and blow out the candles.]

Of course I really. What kind of birthday would it be without a cake? ...But actually, these are just brownies. That's all I can actually bake on my own.

[Teddy moves himself up a little, using his hands as balance, to look down at the pan. It's no cake, of course, but this is just as good. Different, which is also a good thing. Different and the same and - Teddy is just struck by how much he loves this person.]

Brownies are good. I can totally dig brownies.

[He looks at Billy then, his smile full of warmth, and instead of blowing out the candles, he leans around to kiss him. It's not really deep, yet it's not really chaste; it's something more in the middle.

His mom had always told him to make a wish before blowing out the candles. But why bother now?]

[Once again Billy doesn't hesitate to return the kiss, his lips curving into a smile against Teddy's; it doesn't matter if there's wax dripping all over the brownies, and it doesn't matter if things are going to get cold at this rate. He's just happy that Teddy's happy right now.

Eventually he does have to withdraw, but his smile is still warm and musing when he does, a hand absently lifting to brush through Teddy's hair.]

That's not how you make a wish, you know.

[Teddy's smile is practically a reflection of Billy's, warm and musing, while he lifts a hand to cup his cheek and brush his thumb across the skin.]

Sure it is. Besides, I don't need any other wishes.

[If Teddy wanted to kill Billy with sap, he'd add on that all of his wishes came true already. Instead, he brushes their noses together before he eases out of the embrace, then leans down in front of the candles.

He really can't think of another wish. And even if he did, they're impossible wishes, and he'd rather not dwell on them for too long.

So, without any particular wish in mind except to maybe see the team again, he takes in a deep breath, leans in, and blows out all the candles with one breath. He'd always prided himself on being able to do that.]

[Once the candles are out, Billy grins, gesturing a hand to flick the lights back on and leaving the table again briefly to grab plates, forks, and a knife to cut the brownies with, which he offers out to Teddy. Once the birthday boy has the blade in hand, he moves to stand behind Teddy's chair, sliding his arms gently around his shoulders, bending over to nuzzle his head against the blond's hair. With his lips hovering close to Teddy's ear, he does the one thing he neglected to do when bringing over the cake: sing.]

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Teddy, happy birthday to you...

[Teddy had just been cutting into the brownies, a grin on his face, when Billy starts to sing in his ear. The sound of it, and the feel of it, gets him to shiver, but the context is enough to make him stop, laugh quietly and cover his suddenly blushing face with his free hand.]

Oh my God, Billy, seriously? [Will the birthday song ever not be hideously embarrassing, even if it makes him laugh?]

Birthdays are always serious.

][Billy's voice is confident and thick with finality, as if he's the authority on such things.If Teddy has a problem with the birthday song, he can just deal with it.]

Hurry up and cut the "cake", though, or we'll be late for the next part.

There's a next part?

[Teddy looks over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, not even bothering to shift away the blush still left over on his cheeks. He'll cut the "cake" as he does so, occasionally glancing at it to make sure he's cutting it straight and not heading for one of his fingers or something.]

What do you mean, there's a next part? Of course there is! You think all I did this whole day is cook? Most people do this every day, you know. Three times a day, even.

[Not that he'd expect Teddy to complain- and not that he'd complain if their roles were reversed. Really, there's nothing wrong with making a nice dinner at home with your loved ones into a birthday gift. But he knows that this is their first birthday celebrated together, and more importantly, Teddy's first birthday without his mom.

He just wanted it to special.]

[... You know, knowing Billy, he could take all day to cook just to ensure it came out edible.

But Teddy just lets out a chuckle and gets back to the brownies. Though if Billy leans back, he might see that there's an image of a heart in his wings, one half on each side.]

You make it sound like it's so easy. All right then, Emeril.

[IT'S ACTION FUCK]

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[IT'S ACTION FUCK]

[IT'S ACTION FUCK]

[THIS SUBJECT LINE IS INCREDIBLY VULGAR]

[COULD MAKE IT WORSE IF I TRIED]

[I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY]

[google george carlin "seven dirty words" and you have my answer]

[...oooooh you dirty girl]

[I am the dirtiest]

[it's okay it's kind of hot]

[oooh baby oooh, then]

[LET'S DO IT]

[and I will leave the notifs on]

[GAZE]

[GAZE]

[AND MEANWHILE IN A TWENTY MILE RADIUS OF THIS EVENT...]

[COSTUMES OPENING]

[MEN TURNING GAY]

[IT WAS AMAZING]

[AND IT'S NOT THE END]