synopsychic | rap-a-doodle-do [during davesprite's surprise party]

-=someone unfortunate has gotten ahold of full blown sensory livestreaming. he's also in a pretty good mood since he was surprised with a birthday party that everyone is invited to in the Workshop. He's levitating a mirror up slightly above him to catch the immediate area, which includes Feliciano, Jolie, a perplexed but accomodating black panther of unusual size, and anyone else that decides to join in as the show goes on. They start to bop to the beat as Davesprite kicks on the music from his laptop, though Guenhwyvar merely taps her tail in time with the rhythm.

Then there comes a rapping, a not so gentle tapping upon your psychic door.

Davesprite is full on rapping streams of inanity directly into everyone's brain, complete with his own lyrics scrolling along the bottom of the 'screen'.

Partway through the performance, Malik and Altair wander into the mirror's view, and it seems to take a few seconds before they realize they're also being recorded. Altair immediately ducks out of the way only to slowly peek back in while Malik stands there staring at Davesprite with a look of impressed confusion on his face.

When the song ends and he's done with the commentary, he just smirks and peers red eyes over the edge of his shades right at the mirror=-

Peace.

-=and the feed cuts=-

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-=he's not flustered outwardly, but there's a bit of that golden color to his cheeks nonetheless. when things settle again, he wanders over and flops across Feli's lap=- Sup?

[Feliciano just smiles at him then, glad to see that blush- and when Davesprite eventually sprawls over him again, he just giggles and gently combs his fingers through Davesprite's hair. He's affectionate as ever.]

Nn, well, right about now? It looks like I just became a perch. [He laughs, and then leans down and pecks his lover on the lips.] Are you having fun, caro?

Yeah.

-=he lets his eyes go half lidded while Feli pets through his hair, tiny soft down feathers pulling along his scalp=-

Thanks. For like.

Everything.

[Seeing him relax like that just makes his heart melt. He keeps stroking his hair, feeling his heart swell up a bit with joy.]

Prego, caro. I really hoped you'd like it. [In the end, it ended up a smaller but still cozy gathering- maybe something better in that sense, to avoid overwhelming him.] Nn, when you want, I have that cake ready for you. The one I promised to make you.

-=if he was a cat he'd be purring, but he does make a couple soft crow sounds just for Feli to hear=-

Dude, you said you were gonna make like a million cakes that one time.

[The little sounds are going to kill him. Feli's too happy right now, so happy to hear them. The rush of affection that welled up in his chest ended up with him leaning over to kiss him again, firm and delighted.]

I did~ They're on the tables, aheh. I couldn't decide what kind to make in the end, so I wanted to give you the chance to try all of them. But my favorite one isn't there. It's back in my room where it's safe.

-=they're not pretty sounds. crows aren't known for their songs, but they're still heartfelt in their own way=-

So you're bein' a cake sneak, huh. -=smirks=- Ferreting away all the good shit for yourself?

[Feli still adores them, honestly. It's precious in his eyes, and he's content to keep stroking his hair if it means hearing those sounds.]

Aheh, I can't resist~! But in this case, I'm making sure you get first slice. It's your cake, tesoro. Ah, but maybe the fact that it's my favorite kind of cake, too, has a little to do with it...

Only a little?

-=he smirks sarcastically, in an actual good mood for once. the party having brightened him up a bit so feli is rewarded with feathery snuggles=-

A little. It's mostly you. [He laughs and feels his heart flutter, thrilled to see him in a good mood.] Nn, but before we get to cake... have you destroyed any of the piñatas yet? They're actually pretty fun! I had a hand in those getting all popular, you know~

-=his eyes get a bit lazy looking again. he's not tired exactly, just comfortable for the moment=-

You're Italy not Mexico.

And where do you think Mexico got it from~? From Spain~! And Spain got it from us! We named the things, but Spain's word stuck.

[He's laughing as he says it. Apparently he has fun with this bit of history.]

Haha, yeah right. -=he smirks and pokes at Feli's side=- Next you're gonna say you invented tacos too.

But I'm serious~! [Okay, maybe not completely serious, but he did have a hand in it.] Nn, but I definitely didn't come up with tacos. Those are completely Mexico's doing. [He's content to keep stroking his lover's hair, relaxed and happy.] Nn, but jokes aside, I'm really happy you liked it all...

-=he's just going to let his eyes drift shut. he's not going to fall asleep, but he's comfortable=-

Never had a party before.

[Feliciano's glad to see him relaxing, and he leans back a bit himself, just resting on the couch contentedly.]

Now you have~ [He laughs softly, before humming.] Buon compleanno, amore. May you have many more.

rap-a-doodle-do [during davesprite's surprise party]

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