My green-- Uhm, alright. What is it with you and that green sweater anyway?
I like it. You look good in it. Makes your eyes kind of sparkle. And lets your muscles show. Unlike much of your wardrobe used to my friend. I think I've remedied that fairly well over the years though. Now scoot. *shoos upstairs* *starts lighting candles and quickly puttering around making things nice*
::Raises eyebrow:: It's just a sweater. I'll never get this whole fashion colour thing. Alright, alright, I'm going. ::Grumbles:: All this for just some ice-cream.
No, all this for you, my dear. Not that you'll like that explanation any better. *scoops out ice cream so it looks pretty, sets the table nicely* Yeah, this is all going to be wasted on him, but that's okay. If he doesn't want to go out, I want to bring the atmosphere to him. *drizzles chocolate syrup over ice cream* *puts presents on the table* There, that should do it. *dims lights romantically and then waits patiently*
Its just a stupid sweater. I don't get the fuss. ::Grumbles while putting on sweater:: ::Stumbles down the stairs still putting on sweater:: Alright, I'm almost wearing the thing now wh-- ::Pops head through:: --at is this? ::Blinks::
*smiles proudly* Happy Birthday, sweetheart. *murmurs, tugs towards table-- kisses soundly first* *smooths down sweater* Mm, yes, still looks as good as ever on you. *seductive look*
Uhm, thank you? ::Frowns while getting tugged toward the table:: James what is all-- Mmmm. Err... I though we were only going to have ice-cream? Oohhhh he has *that* look.
We *are* having ice cream. *smiles* Your chair, good sir. *pulls out chair and motions Wesley into it* Ice cream, champagne, and then presents. *smiles, nudges presents closer to Wesley's place setting*
::Wearily sits down:: What's going on? I've never really celebrated my birthday. Considering all I usually got were more books I didn't want... Champagne? ::Shakes head:: And pres-- ::Stares:: You got me presents? Oh...
Oh? You should eat your ice cream, Wes. Before it melts. *worries* He doesn't like it! He told you not to make a fuss...
Hmmm? ::Touches presents:: Oh, yes. I will, I will. Chocolate, my favourite. ::Shy smile:: You got me presents?
Aww, look at him, he's so cute... *smiles back, takes a bite of his own and then holds out a bite for Wesley* Of course I did. It's your birthday. *smiles fondly*
::Keeps gazing at presents:: He got me presents. Which do not look like books. No one's ever gotten me presents that *weren't* books. Hmmm? Oh... ::Takes bite while glancing at presents again:: You make it sound like this is a normal thing
It is, my love. Birthdays mean presents. *smiles* God, don't tell me he's never gotten presents on his birthday before. Should I put the ice cream in the freezer so we can do presents now? *amused but pleased too* *nudges the four presents closer*
Oh? Does it? I mean, yes, yes of course it does. ::Ducks head blushing:: Except in the Wyndam-Pryce residence it doesn't. Would-- would you mind? ::Keeps staring at presents::