fandomtownies | Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [03/24].

Today was Wayne's birthday.

Now, he and Katy'd never really been allowed to have birthday parties or anything when he was growing up (instead, they just went hog wild for Dary's every year), so his birthday was never really anything to go and make a fuss about. It was just another day, really, another day where you got up, you put on your pants one leg at a time, you checked yer hockeyfights.com, you had some breakfast to get things going, and you went to work.

Even if Wayne wasn't really sure this was still work in a certain sense, but it was something to do, and that was all he could really ask for, moving things from here to here, with at least a few interruptions for a call from Dary and a little facetiming with Katy, who spent most of it pouting at him for not really doing anything special for it, even though they never did anything special for it. It just felt a bit...weird, is all, doing something special for it now, considering...

He'd just have to make sure to snag a portal home fer when Dary's came up again.

[[y'wanna know what? When canon doesn't give you an actual birthday but does give you a reason why there ain't no reason to get excited over a birthday, might as well give your character your own birthday on a whim! ....and then wait to be jossed in the next season.]]

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Don't ask how Shuri learned these things ~~it was totally Nina~~, but here she came with a giant cupcake and six plaid balloons. "Hi!"

And Wayne was just going to take a moment to squint at those very distinctly patterned balloons for a moment as he realized he wasn't sure which way to put the blame for this one, but he was leaning more toward Nina than he was toward Katy, which then just made him wonder if it was a joint effort.

"Shuri," he said, tossing the lump of something that might have once been a metal trash can that he was moving aside for the moment and pointedly ignoring any balloons or cupcakes for hte time being, "how are ya now?"

"Very well," Shuri said, dimpling. "How are you?"

"Oh," Wayne drawled, "not so bad..."

Then he did that thing he did where his eyes sort of squinted and then the squinting fluttered a little at a spot directly over the thing he was trying to ignore, mouth slightly open as he tried to think of something to say that didn't involve the thing he was trying to ignore.

"So," he said, strained in his miserable failure, "what's the occasion?"

"Someone told me that you are very, very old today," Shuri said.

"Oh," said Wayne, still squinting just above the balloons, "did they, now? Then I'd have to say that that someone was tellin' tales outta school, because I can assure you, Shuri, I am exactly one day older today than I was yesterday.'

He dropped his gaze down to her finally. "Though I s'pose they could jus' be using a different scale of measurement."

"I believe they were counting by years, yes," Shuri said, grinning.

"Might wanna tell 'em," said Wayne, who had softened by quite a significant Wayne-margin at that grin, "they're a bit heavy on their 'very's, then."

"So I shouldn't worry about putting you into a home just yet?" Shuri teased, stepping into Wayne's space.

And if Wayne seemed to lean in a little bit more into Shuri's space in response to her moving into his space, well....who needed all that space all to themselves, anyway?

"Mebbe," he said, "if it's a nice home. Would they have dogs?"

Yeah, right, Wayne, like the word 'retirement' was ever going to enter your vocabulary, whether you were sixty or sixteen.

But if it did, you'd better believe there were going to be dogs.

"I think we can arrange for dogs," Shuri said, "as long as there can also be cats. Big cats."

"Well," said Wayne, his squint gone speculative and thoughtful, "if there's to be dogs and there's to be cats....big cats...then there's got to plenty of land fer the both of 'em....We'd need..."

Paaaause.

"Somethin' like, I dunno, mebbe a farm..."

"Oooh, then we can also have rhinos!"

Shuri, normal people don't also keep rhinos.

Especially not out in rural Canada.

Big cats, on the other hand, apparentleh....seemed less remarkable, for some reason.

"I'd, uhhh," said Wayne, with a small squint, "I'd, uh, have to brush up a bit. I'm a bit...rusty on my rhinoceros husbandry these days..."

"Oh, I know people," Shuri said breezily. "One of our tribes rides them into battle."

As one does.

"Oh, do they, now?" asked Wayne, his voice hitching up a bit in pitch with interest. "That's got to be a sight to see, I'd bet. I know I'd probably think twice about goin' up against a rhinoceros-mounted army."

Much more intimidating than an army of cows, he s'posed, but you could probably put in a good effort with a bunch'a mooses.

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