Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[fierybluebird]

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

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[fierybluebird]

Aye. Please. [Gestures.]

[It's a bunch of art supplies. From canvas-style notebooks and charcoals, to oil paints and sketch markers.]

Happy 37th matey.

[om_nom_namur]

[WOW that's a lot of stuff he hasn't got the foggiest idea how to use. Or, well. Use correctly. But it looks like it all makes a mess so that'll be fun one way or another. Namur laughs and sets everything in a pile on the bench so he can throw an arm around Marco's shoulders.]

Thanks, bro! I'll draw yer name fer y' 'gain, since the other one prob'ly got blown t' bits.

[fierybluebird]

[Namur... that is somewhere between sweet and adorable, and horribly horribly morbid.]

Thanks bro. Blue flames and sparkles too?

[om_nom_namur]

Only way t' make it sparklier will be t' cover the damn thing in glitter.

[Which... can probably be arranged...]

Y' takin' a break fer a minute? There's two- three? Anyway a couple a years a yer damn shenanigans y' ain't told me 'bout yet. Gimme the good stories, now. 'Less y' got t' go runnin' off t' be with yer other family.

[His tone suggests he would find the latter situation completely normal and expected.]

[fierybluebird]

[Flicks Namur's forehead.] Not other, eh.

You're both family. Period, as is.

[But he grins and tugs Namur into a rough one-armed hug and attempts to noogie the shaggy hair.] But it's your day. You can have me to yourself for awhile if you want.

I'm not sure where to begin with the whole time I spent here. There was a lot, but none of it seems important.