An Early Mardi Gras

[bayoublues]

[That was certainly...an ordeal, alright. These trials just kept getting worse and worse as time went on. Within the span of twenty-four hours, six more people died. Four of them had been friends. And Lekmet, he--he thought--

Never mind that. Everyone else was probably hurting just as bad as he was. Last week, Kim had told Louis that he shouldn't be alone while he was sad--that sympathy probably extended to everyone else. He had to do something to help. The dead deserved a decent send off.

Well, except maybe Negaduck. But that's different.

After the trial, Louis seems to have disappeared back into his room. After a few hours, though, a messy, handwritten note is shoved under everyone's door.]



(EARLY) MARDI GRAS PARTY
-JAZZ
-DRINKS AND FOOD
-FUN AND FRIENDS
[He neglected to put the location down on the invite, but one can follow the sound of Louis's trumpet into the dining room. The place has been draped with colorful, half-finished banners--gold, purple, and green. Further down the table, a few bottles of alcohol and fruit juice have been neatly lined up next to a stack of paper cups. There's also a pasta bar set up, with individual bowls of spaghetti, pasta sauce, and Parmesan cheese. Hardly Mardi Gras food, but it's the only thing Louis knows how to make. At least there's also a plate of beignets.

Standing at the back of the room is Louis, playing trumpet like his life depends on it. His repertoire for tonight? The songs he's heard while watching humans parade through New Orleans on Mardi Gras. Songs about being carefree, about forgetting your worries, about enjoying life while it lasts.

Louis doesn't seem particularly interested in talking right now. He's not going to let people mope tonight. They deserved a good fucking party after everything, dammit, and they were going to get one.]

Comments

[upgradeit]

No, I'm not into that! [Why you gotta be like this, bae.] I want to, like. Have a date with you without, the treat of hallucinations and also where we're both, like. Aware that it's a date and stuff.

[nachosquire]

[he loves u hiro

Marco gives an amused sounding laugh at Hiro's exasperation, and he sets his plate of spaghetti aside... somewhere.. where it won't spill. So he can scoot and lean his side against Hiro.]

Weeeeeeeell I guess I could pencil you into my busy schedule.

[upgradeit]

[EYEROLL]

Thanks. I'm so glad you can make time for me, boyfriend.

[nachosquire]

It's the least I could do for you, since you have to put up with me, like, every day now.

[he's not sure how he feels about being called hiro's boyfriend this is the First Time]


...but seriously though Hiro, thanks for coming in here to check up on me and stuff. I really appreciate it.

[...]


And also you. And your face. I appreciate your face a lot.

[upgradeit]

[grabs Marco's cheeks and pulls at them]

Hmmm. Your face is acceptable. [He grins.] I approve.

[nachosquire]

Owowowow---

[WHY.. WHY MUST YOU RUIN A GOOD THING LIKE THIS HIRO]

O-only acceptable?

[He knows Hiro's kidding around but for some reason he looks Genuinely Upset at that. He takes good care of his face how Dare]

[upgradeit]

Hey. I like your face a lot, actually.

[Hiro leans in and kisses Marco's cheek.]

I also like your personality so it's not, like. A looks thing? In case you were wondering.

[nachosquire]

[Oh...... well that's extremely sweet and has Marco's face just. Red as a tomato. And he reaches up to sheepishly rub at the spot Hiro kissed.]

B-but I'm still, like, super hot right?

[His voice cracks when he asks that, betraying how he's godawful at keeping his cool.]

[upgradeit]

On a scale of 1 to 10, you're at least a 12.

[He actually would say a 15? But he doesn't want Marco's head to get big or anything.]

[nachosquire]

[12 is a little generous, honestly.]

Aww, come onnnn. You're just saying that...

[What if he just... gently.. reached out and grabbed your hands to hold yeah yes this is Correct]

But in case you were wondering, I think you're at least a 12 too but like.. on a cuteness scale instead of hotness.

[upgradeit]

What? I'm not cute. Is this about the cat thing? Cats are cute. I'm an attractive and irresistible human being.

[No, he's not. He's like a fun-sized cuteness package that like to think he's manly.]

[nachosquire]

You're right Hiro, you're right. You're not cute.

[wait for it]

You're adorable.

[Now it's his turn to pinch Hiro's cheeks but just one actually he'll spare you.]