b u o n e ~ f e s t e

[sharktrash]

Who: Priders! (Basically if you (or your friend, or your dog) has had a positive interaction with anyone from MANTICORE, consider yourself invited, dragged along or sent in someone else's place. And even if you haven't been invited it's totally fine to notice something's going on and show up or  randomly come across this and stay!)
What: Genos and Squalo throw a Solstice dinner party. Italian food for everyone!
When: December 21?ish (forward-dated a bit so it doesn't fall right before irl holidays)
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: MANTICORE Squalo, Carnies, language, minors getting drunk, substance abuse, someone might decide to bone, idk.


[ Fuck the creepy shit, MANTICORE are aggressively throwing a Solstice party! Because why not, and who has the patience to wait until New Years? ]

[ There are locations/prompts in toplevels, but feel free to start your own as well. Generic timeline of the night would be: cooking, dinner, socializing with games and booze and possibly other things, and  a movie marathon into the wee hours of the morning for the ones interested.  ]

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[dishevelment]

[The tactile show of affection earns a pleased hum from the redhead, like that of a contented cat. There was a certain physicality that he liked, one that was lacking in many of his interpersonal relationships.

This? This was good.]

Glad to hear we're in accord. Besides...you still owe me breakfast.

[How teaching a man to cook became cooking for a man was unknown in his sleep addled haze, but he was going to roll with it. Squalo was a damn good cook.]

[sharktrash]

Damn right. And I'd better not have to feed it to the fish.

[ He's going to start brushing again, once he manages to untangle that brush from the jungle of hair that is. Princess is free to sleep now if he wants, but Squalo seems to have made a blood pact with the devil to get his ponytail in order tonight. ]