22.Apr.19, 02:36 AM
Misha cheered when it became apparent it was time to eat cake. He informed C’dhin he was obviously going to have some of every layer so he could just pick any of them to start and he’d make his way happily through the rest by the end of the evening. When Misharan took the first bite of cake he almost died, it was so good, and it took a lot of effort to no simply inhale the entire thing. No, C’dhin put so much work into it, he ought to savor it. And also leave some for other people, that too. He did try to limit the amount of borderline obscene noises he made over how good it was, also for the benefit of at least some of the guests.
He beamed at all the cheers and well wishes, basking in the affection of all his friends. Misharan would never claim to be humble, he was well aware he could be full of himself, but it really wasn’t just about him — he loved to make other people happy, too. And if he could help people have a good time while also celebrating himself, well. All for the better.
C’dhin’s comment that the birthday boy should be showered in affection was met with said birthday boy whistling encouragingly, always there for receiving more affection, though he paused at the greenrider’s next words.
“The fuck kind of Hold are you from, C’dhin, kinky or repressed?” Misharan asked with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Where I’m from you pinched the birthday person however many times it was. Great fun with siblings, all trying to pinch you the hardest. Not that I’m entirely opposed to the spanking version,” he added, gesturing with his fork, “but I rather like being able to sit and enjoy my cake for the time being, so maybe later, as long as people ask me nicely.”
He beamed at all the cheers and well wishes, basking in the affection of all his friends. Misharan would never claim to be humble, he was well aware he could be full of himself, but it really wasn’t just about him — he loved to make other people happy, too. And if he could help people have a good time while also celebrating himself, well. All for the better.
C’dhin’s comment that the birthday boy should be showered in affection was met with said birthday boy whistling encouragingly, always there for receiving more affection, though he paused at the greenrider’s next words.
“The fuck kind of Hold are you from, C’dhin, kinky or repressed?” Misharan asked with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Where I’m from you pinched the birthday person however many times it was. Great fun with siblings, all trying to pinch you the hardest. Not that I’m entirely opposed to the spanking version,” he added, gesturing with his fork, “but I rather like being able to sit and enjoy my cake for the time being, so maybe later, as long as people ask me nicely.”