[ she's got her guarantee of being able to throw a small party for gebura in the future and that is gift enough for her, and also... the feasible wish makes her heart pang a little, sending a quick request to citrine for the hummingbird to retrieve her camera that's lasted her months now. ]
That's totally doable, isn't it?
[ because for all she might needle and push gebura into doing things like this, she does get a choice where permanence matters. ]
[ As uncharacteristically sentimental as it must seem. The aim is to preserve the memory as March and Malkuth do by using their cameras, nothing more — to convey that it does mean something that Malkuth wanted this, that Gebura endured it.
Yesod regards the candles for a moment, finally leaning closer. He can position himself to appear as though he will blow them out, he supposes, in order to determine whether that would produce any results. ]
[ she knows you have central cooling, that'll be breath enough for the illusion to take shape as they... flicker... at least.
...
maybe she should've done this for gebura's birthday... that'd piss her off. haha. but citrine zips in as malkuth opens the door and takes position, little claws adjusting to take the shot when instructed. malkuth motions gebura to lean a little down, while she takes forefront and rests against the table to give a clear shot of yesod and his attempts at blowing out the candles for their birthday photo.
as if citrine won't be taking sneaky shots throughout their get-together now that it's in here. ]
Blow harder, Yesod! Or do you need a hand? Gebura's got plenty of lung to help!
[ Truthfully, the exchange is amusing. Is this what Malkuth and Gebura have become accustomed to in the Library? How much have they all changed by then, individually and in their interactions with one another?
The flickering of the candles' flames stays feeble. Yesod glances between his colleagues. ]
Perhaps a combined effort is required from all three of us.
that's so cheesy... she's staring hard at gebura. ]
If that's what our birthday boy and Sephirah of the Information Team thinks is best, who are we to refuse?
[ hint! hint! gebura! do not mess this up for us! malkuth is pushing her hair behind her ear to not catch it on fire she did not force you to wear a party hat blow the candles out ]
[ One more sacrifice... for the greater good... (no)
It was an attempted joke on Yesod's part, although he realizes that his delivery sounded perfectly serious, and he fully expected resistance. The actual outcome is oddly touching now.
He feels no real attachment to Gabriel's birthday, and it didn't hold much meaning during his first life, either, as the years passed, but if they and their former employees are all able to experience moments so vastly different from their days in Lobotomy Corporation, that remains something not to take for granted. ]
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That's totally doable, isn't it?
[ because for all she might needle and push gebura into doing things like this, she does get a choice where permanence matters. ]
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[ Well, the pause is palpable, but then Gebura rolls her shoulders back with a sigh that's definitely her "this is silly, but whatever" tone. ]
It's fine with me. Just don't get too overzealous with it. And blow out the candles, already.
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[ As uncharacteristically sentimental as it must seem. The aim is to preserve the memory as March and Malkuth do by using their cameras, nothing more — to convey that it does mean something that Malkuth wanted this, that Gebura endured it.
Yesod regards the candles for a moment, finally leaning closer. He can position himself to appear as though he will blow them out, he supposes, in order to determine whether that would produce any results. ]
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...
maybe she should've done this for gebura's birthday... that'd piss her off. haha. but citrine zips in as malkuth opens the door and takes position, little claws adjusting to take the shot when instructed. malkuth motions gebura to lean a little down, while she takes forefront and rests against the table to give a clear shot of yesod and his attempts at blowing out the candles for their birthday photo.
as if citrine won't be taking sneaky shots throughout their get-together now that it's in here. ]
Blow harder, Yesod! Or do you need a hand? Gebura's got plenty of lung to help!
[ her big ass
torso ]
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You're the long-winded one, so you could probably help him more.
[ Just because Gebura has bigger...
... Storage for air. ]
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The flickering of the candles' flames stays feeble. Yesod glances between his colleagues. ]
Perhaps a combined effort is required from all three of us.
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that's so cheesy... she's staring hard at gebura. ]
If that's what our birthday boy and Sephirah of the Information Team thinks is best, who are we to refuse?
[ hint! hint! gebura! do not mess this up for us! malkuth is pushing her hair behind her ear to not catch it on fire she did not force you to wear a party hat blow the candles out ]
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With a distinct lack of enthusiasm, but she's never really been enthusiastic in the first place, so that's nothing new. Yes. She will lower herself.
To assist with this doomed task of blowing out trick candles. ]
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It was an attempted joke on Yesod's part, although he realizes that his delivery sounded perfectly serious, and he fully expected resistance. The actual outcome is oddly touching now.
He feels no real attachment to Gabriel's birthday, and it didn't hold much meaning during his first life, either, as the years passed, but if they and their former employees are all able to experience moments so vastly different from their days in Lobotomy Corporation, that remains something not to take for granted. ]
...On the count of three, then.