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008 || {Action} || Backdated to the evening of the 10th.
[Hope had been grateful for the warmth, and he was almost sorry to see it on the verge of fading away. At the same time, though, autumn was something he found himself looking forward to as he'd never experienced anything like it back on Cocoon. Leaves turning colours? Quite the interesting phenomenon!
It had been overcast that day, which only added to Hope's gloomy mood. Most kids look forward to their birthday with excitement, in practically any world as he'd discovered living here - and he, too, was still pleased to find himself growing both in height and in smarts - but it also left him feeling strange and a bit emotionally disoriented. His last birthday had been different. Completely different. He had been different. The Pulse fal'Cie were little more than frightening legends as far as he'd been concerned. His Mom had been there, his school friends... Dad was not, of course. As usual. But even that was familiar, part of his old life. Despite everything he's outgrown and overcome, there's still a part of him that would give anything to be back home with his mother and - as funny as it would sound - having another dumb argument with his father.
It doesn't matter how old he gets. That part of him might be buried, hidden, but it will never go completely away.
As such, though he's already somewhat shy and introverted when it comes to gatherings, he'd sworn up and down to Lightning that he did not want a party of any type. In all honesty, he didn't want any kind of fuss made over him... but he resigned himself to the fact that it wouldn't be completely avoidable.
As such, in the end, that lack of a party turned into a cozy little gathering with his housemates around a campfire by the seaside. He could try and cover it up with more teenage moodiness, but truth be told, the summer days were waning and soon it would be too cold to even really spend time on the beach - let alone pitch a fire.
So he's fifteen now. It feels strange to say, even stranger than when he had to get used to being fourteen! And in just a few months, he'll have been here for a year. It's funny how easily time slips away.
Maybe a year from now, for his not-so-sweet sixteen, he'll finally be ready to be social.]
( OOC: This can just be free-for-all style threading instead of a posting order! If any of Hope's friends/acquaintances beyond House Lucky want to drop by we can assume he invited them to come hang out too. ♥ )
It had been overcast that day, which only added to Hope's gloomy mood. Most kids look forward to their birthday with excitement, in practically any world as he'd discovered living here - and he, too, was still pleased to find himself growing both in height and in smarts - but it also left him feeling strange and a bit emotionally disoriented. His last birthday had been different. Completely different. He had been different. The Pulse fal'Cie were little more than frightening legends as far as he'd been concerned. His Mom had been there, his school friends... Dad was not, of course. As usual. But even that was familiar, part of his old life. Despite everything he's outgrown and overcome, there's still a part of him that would give anything to be back home with his mother and - as funny as it would sound - having another dumb argument with his father.
It doesn't matter how old he gets. That part of him might be buried, hidden, but it will never go completely away.
As such, though he's already somewhat shy and introverted when it comes to gatherings, he'd sworn up and down to Lightning that he did not want a party of any type. In all honesty, he didn't want any kind of fuss made over him... but he resigned himself to the fact that it wouldn't be completely avoidable.
As such, in the end, that lack of a party turned into a cozy little gathering with his housemates around a campfire by the seaside. He could try and cover it up with more teenage moodiness, but truth be told, the summer days were waning and soon it would be too cold to even really spend time on the beach - let alone pitch a fire.
So he's fifteen now. It feels strange to say, even stranger than when he had to get used to being fourteen! And in just a few months, he'll have been here for a year. It's funny how easily time slips away.
Maybe a year from now, for his not-so-sweet sixteen, he'll finally be ready to be social.]
( OOC: This can just be free-for-all style threading instead of a posting order! If any of Hope's friends/acquaintances beyond House Lucky want to drop by we can assume he invited them to come hang out too. ♥ )
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Uwee.
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Hm. I wonder where you were trying to take this... you must be really strong, huh.
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eeeee~!
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And promptly manages to trip over his own feet, flopping down in the sand.]
What... [Still in a state of shock here. He gapes wide-eyed first at the bag, then at the little pig.] How did you—!? What do you have in there?!
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Uwe-ee!
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—or at least, you look like you do. [Shaking his head, Hope reaches to dust the sand off his back before extending both hands toward the pig in an attempt to pick him up.]
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He's pleased that the little guy allows him to pick him up though, so he does, settling him sort of in his lap like... some kind of lap pet. Ugh.]
Are you hungry?
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[And the pig will find himself carried over closer to the fire. Okay, so a teenage boy's mini-party doesn't have much to offer besides potato chips and cupcakes... but he'll sit in the sand again with Ryoga in his lap, snagging a bag of them and offering a handful up.]
Sorry, um... we don't really have any real food. But it's better than nothing.
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Good boy! Um... maybe I should get you home soon though...
[He reaches with his free hand to give the little pig a scratch behind the ears.] You said you were human the first time we met. I wonder why you got changed into a pig again.
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[Sadly, the whine is totally lost on him.]
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