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[This post is text for two reasons: one, Zuko feels a little awkward making this sort of announcement, and two, Kizuna can't read.]

I have a favor to ask. Most of you know my daughter Kizuna. She's just turned a year old. Ozuma's recovered enough now, we can take time to celebrate. I could use some help making some Fire Nation dishes. And decorating. You know, party things.

[Whatever... party things are...? She's sure someone will know.]

I want to make this special for her. Thanks.

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[ Sans feels inexplicably... weird. Uncomfortable. Like he's trying to enter unfamiliar territory. And, like most uncomfortable, awkward moments, the skeleton's all too happy to ignore it in favor of finding an entertaining distraction. Peeking at the network finds this announcement from Zuko.

In turn, she may end up finding her own thoughts wandering towards his own experiences throwing his beloved brother a birthday party, albeit translated through the lens of her own experiences, swapping out Sans for Zuko, Papyrus for Kizuna. Familial fondness feels about the same. ]

* hey, a birthday party. sounds nice.

[ (Kizuna) was dead on (her) birthday, so (you) gave (her) yours. Everyone came, including (Sans), when (you) asked (him) to come without really expecting much. (He) was kind to.

What do you mean it was the other way around? ]

[There's a strange feeling of.. nostalgia? that goes through her shortly after making the post. As if she's done this before, thrown someone a birthday party. She hasn't. She was too young to remember Azula's first birthday.

And a funny thought. A thought that should come with more unease than it does. Kizuna is fine. Always has been.

Zuko frowns in confusion, but before she can think too much on it, her phone makes a noise. Better to just dismiss it.]

That's the idea. Want to help?

[Sans should know about this stuff. And maybe... it would be good for him?

His shadow couldn't harm her, but she doesn't know where it might have succeeded.]

[ It's... weird. He'd rather just lay low, wait for the fallout from the last few weeks to settle down, but he... really wants to? It's a peculiar mix of obligation and a sense of pride in something that exists outside of his bubble of personal space.

Maybe it's something he ate. ]

* why not? i'll be party to your shenanigans.
* for a good cause, anyway. know what you're doin'?

[ No-- he gets the strangest impression she could use a hand with this. It'd be a nice change from the gray area he exists in, lately, just sort of coasting along. ]

Would you object if I were to make her a fire toy?

I was thinking a figurine that you can fill with oil, or make it hold small fireworks.

Just something she can set on fire to her heart's delight.

Edited 2016-09-02 20:26 (UTC)

["Party to her shenanigans," huh. It almost sounds clever, certainly makes sense. Must be one of those rare jokes of his that she can actually understand.]

Not exactly. I haven't done many birthday parties. Or parties in general.

[The most involved she's been (beyond setting them on fire) is that time Aoi asked her to help with the welcome party for the Ura. She'd been so excited to have it, Zuko couldn't say no.

...she wishes Aoi were here. She's missing Kizuna's first birthday. There'll be other things to celebrate, but this won't come again.]

[Oh it's Colin.

...asking her permission to make her daughter a toy.

It even sounds like something Kizuna would like.]

As long as it's safe for her.

I can promise it will be as safe as any flame.

[Because he's not about to promise that FIRE will be 100% safe.]

[Trufax, fire is not the safest element. She just doesn't want it to like... explode, or anything.]

All right. I think she'd like that.

[ (He) wishes (Grillby) could be here. Missing--

Wait, what? No, man, no. Sans wouldn't wish being here on anyone, let alone another monster. Trading one exile for another is bad enough. Man, what is with him today? ]

* no prob, you've got a resident expert right here.
* birthday parties should have stuff like cake and presents. what's the birthday girl like best, huh?

[No, that's right. She shouldn't wish this place on Aoi. She'd hate it here.

(Another text in the interval, and a brief flare of annoyance at Colin, but it's quickly gone.)]

I know the food. There have to be noodles. She does like pie though. I'm not good at presents. [There was one thing she was hoping to have Rob help with, but...]

She could use a better place to sleep. She keeps outgrowing things.

[wait wait wait Sanji knows the answer to this question.

It's him.]

Zuko-chwaaaaaaan~! ♥♥♥

Allow your gallant knight to assist in the feast~!

You mean with the cooking, right? There shouldn't be any fighting.

[What do knights have to do with it.]

[Sweetheart, that was a--

... Y'know what? Nah, not gonna comment on that. God but he loves Zuko's straightforwardness]

Yes, with the cooking~! Whatever dish your heart desires, I swear to recreate it to perfection~! 😘

[ Outgrown, places to sleep. Rob toiling in a workshop that smells like sawdust. Toriel. Distant fondness, admiration. Jokes told through old stone doors rimed with frost. Rob built her a larger bed, Sans never forgot his generosity, never forgot Rob. Wherever he is, he hopes he's doing okay.

Confusion.

Why... did he think of Colin (friendly, even affectionate exasperation) just now? Wait, some of this feels familiar, somehow. Not quite right, too detailed, too in-depth, a jolt of nervousness, like being caught snacking well past midnight (Sans, that's bad for you, Papyrus would insist, along with his admonishments for filling up on greasy junk food) is--

Sans stops trying to type. Is--

Is?

Someone there?

Just a thought, like calling out in a dark room. ]

I have a cook book. I've just never made any of the recipes before.

[She may not know how to follow a recipe, honestly.]

What are those circles

[Zuko doesn't understand why she should be feeling or thinking about any of these things while she's trying to respond to Sanji. She's been trying not to dwell on Rob's disappearance. And when did he ever mention helping out Toriel? Did she know about that before?

A sudden unease, something she should just push aside, but it feels familiar somehow (does it?)-

Is someone there?

The thought comes out of nowhere, like it doesn't belong to her. It's almost like the thought-speak Tobias would use, only it's not Tobias at all, this is different.

Still, Zuko looks around uncomfortably, and calls out loud:]

Is someone there?

Did my face not show up?

[TRAGEDY]

A cookbook'll make that shit easier but we can adjust it to yours and Kizuna-chan's tastes

Edited 2016-09-03 19:37 (UTC)

No just a circle with some dots in it

[She thinks he means he tried to send a photo... of his face....]

It's Fire Nation food. She's never had most of these things before.

[To be honest, that's Sanji's next step - he can pull off a kissing face, right? But now he's too focused on food and completely forgets]

What's Fire Nation food consist of? And what does Kizuna-chan like to eat?

It's really spicy but we should have some sweet things for her too. And birthday noodles.

[A long, long pause]

Birthday noodles?

They're noodles you eat on your birthday.

[She might have tried to give an actual explanation but she's feeling... strange. It's almost hard thinking about what she means to.]

Are you feeling weird at all?

[ There's an abrupt sense of-- of...

oh shit???

Followed promptly by curiosity, reflexive, can take the skeleton out of the scientific field but can't take the scientist out of the skeleton, it's who is that and can I trust them? and the hell is happening, this isn't resonance, it's so much more than that, it's like--

Just Sans and an empty room. At least no one can accuse him of going crazy for talking to himself. ]

Who the hell is this?

[Sanji was admittedly thinking of noodles draped in frosting with candles strewn in the mess. He heaves a sigh of relief when Zuko explains]

Strange in what way? [Text can't convey concern, but Sanji straightens with it immediately]

You alright? Do you need help?

[Well, someone's there all right, or at least, it definitely feels like someone's there... She should be alone, but she's not. Whoever it is, it doesn't feel scary, exactly, but talk about an invasion of privacy.

Who is this?

And whoever it is seems to have the same thought or maybe it was their thought first? Who knows.

She tries to pull her thoughts together more coherently: I'm Zuko.

This is crazy, why does she think thinking that is going to communicate it to anyone?]

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