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[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Peter is sitting at a table, reading a book. It's his birthday today, but he hasn't really spread that fact around. Oops?

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[the_lioness]

*At least one person knows, and she has been keeping an eye out for him all afternoon. Alanna pokes her head out of the staff quarters, eyes widening when she sees him sitting at a table like this was any other day. Silly man.

Covered in flour, icing and cake batter, Alanna throws her arms around his neck and starts raining kisses on his face.*

Happy birthday.

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

It -is- like any other day. Really. Except on any other day, Alanna isn't covered with icing, so maybe this one will be interesting after all. He grins at her. "Thanks."

And then pauses, eyeing her. "Why are you wearing... batter?"

[the_lioness]

You'll see. *Blushing, she scrubs at her face and sits on the table.* How are you?

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"I'm alright," Peter says, closing the book and putting it down. "Had a long day."

He's still trying to pretend this isn't actually his birthday. How silly.

[the_lioness]

*Incredibly silly, really. She smiles mischievously, leaning down to give him a slow kiss.* But it's getting better, I hope?

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Peter has to grin at that, and kisses her back. "I would say so."

[the_lioness]

Good. *She beams, flicking some cake batter on the floor.* Now... why are you ignoring the fact that it's your birthday?

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"I don't know what you're talking about," Peter says innocently.

[the_lioness]

*She blinks at him.*

Sometimes I swear you and Thom have made a pact to drive me slowly mad. Well. If it's not your birthday, than I guess you don't want your present. I'll just leave you to your reading as I know you are a very busy man. Good evening, Peter.

*Bowing, she quirks an eyebrow and backs up. Slowly.

Very slowly.

Maybe he will stop her.*

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Peter blinks and stares at her for a long moment.

Before cracking.

"...Present?"

[the_lioness]

Mmmmm, present. *She hesitates, one eyebrow quirked.* But it's not your birthday, so I'll have to give it to someone else. Pity. I really think you would like it. Ah, well. *Shrugging, she starts to turn.*

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"Well, maybe it's my birthday," Peter says, now sounding like he's actually accepting it. "I mean, just for another hour or two."

[the_lioness]

Oh, good. *She grins, offering him her hand.* In that case, I suppose you can have your present. Oh, and Thom said he would be by later. We had a rather spectacular fight last night, so don't be surprised if we are a bit skittish around each other. It will pass. Always does.

[astro-droid.livejournal.com]

If Valentine were here, she would more than likely sneak up from behind him, give him some of his favourite dinner, and sneak off. She is, however, stuck in the hospital in the Marvel Universe. However, instead of his sister, Peter is greeted by a 'droid, in a shape that many might consider a trash can. He rolls up, beeping plaintively, and looking very much as if he has something to say.

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Peter blinks, and looks up from the book. And nearly falls over from seeing a certain -droid-. He quickly catches his composure, though. "Uh, yes?"

[protocol-droid.livejournal.com]

He starts beeping, furiously, but stops after a minute, and rolls off, returning with Threepio, who looks more than a bit frustrated. "Good evening, Master Wiggin, sir. Artoo has summoned me to tell you he has a message for you from Mistress Skywalker." Artoo beeps again, desicively, obviously proud of himself.

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

...both of them. Peter can control himself, really, he can. "And what is it?" He asks, his eyes a little wide.

[astro-droid.livejournal.com]

Threepio just looks at Artoo, who backs up a bit, and a small holo of Val comes on the table in front of Peter. It's Val, of course, wearing a dress which looks as if it came from the Star Wars-verse. "Peter Wiggin. It's your birthday today, if these silly 'droids actually got their dates right. Did you think that I'd actually forget it? Hardly. So, if I really wanted, I would compose you some long essay on something, but I shan't. What I will do is give you a gift which will appeal to your inner fanboy. No, sorry, I can't give you the 'droids, Luke would kill me. But I do give you this message. And, no matter how much we fight, no matter how much past we've had, you're still my brother. And I love you. Differently than Ender, but honestly? No less. I'm proud of you, Peter Wiggin, for what you have done, and what you will do. Go get 'em, Locke." She fades out, and the 'droids just stand there, as if they really don't know what to do.

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Peter drops his book in his surprise and shock, which Val would snark was a rather dramatic move if she actually was there... but... he's really not paying attention to it at the moment.

"She... what?" He says finally, after a moment, in disbelief.

[protocol-droid.livejournal.com]

Artoo beeps for a moment, and picks up the book, holding it out for Peter. Threepio just stands there for a moment, and finally speaks. "I do believe, Master Wiggin, that she said that she loves you. And is proud of you. You do speak the same language as your sister, do you not?"

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Peter takes the book absently. "I... didn't think I did," He finalyl says. "And I'm still not sure." She loved him? She...

Oh.

[astro-droid.livejournal.com]

Well, if Peter is being awkward, Threepio certainly doesn't know what to say in this situation. Artoo, however, seems to have picked up some of Val's habits, as he goes to the bar, and returns with a mug of tea, which he hands to Peter beeplessly.

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"...thank you," Peter says, offering him a distracted smile.

[protocol-droid.livejournal.com]

Beeeep. It would seem that the little 'droid is telling him that he is welcome. But we will never know, as Threepio doesn't bother to translate. "You seem troubled, Master Wiggin." Understatement of the millenium, 'droid.

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"I..." Peter blinks and focuses his eyes on Threepio. "She's just never said that to me," He finally clarifies. Odd how easy that comes out to a stranger.