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Anonymous Wed 05 Jun 2024 01:05:24 No.66336675 Report

>>66336609
Fang happily celebrating her birthday with all her friends and Anon

Anonymous Wed 05 Jun 2024 01:15:59 No.66336952 Report

>>66336645
>>66336675
combo
>I open the door to the NasCar, hopping in quickly. I glance over to Naser as he starts the car.
>"Mind if we stop by a music store on the way there? I'll feel bad if I don't get her anything." I say to Naser who shoots an eyebrow up at me.
>"She really does just want you to be there, Anon." he says, shrugging. "But we can stop if you'd like." He nods at me as we pull out of the parking lot. I open my phone and browse a bit, checking to see any gifts that match my price tag of almost nothing. I can't find anything in particular before we end up at a local place, somewhere Fang comes to religiously Naser tells me.
>We head on in and I start to frantically search, surely there's SOMETHING I can find. Guy behind the counter notices me floundering.
>"Hey my man. You looking for something in particular?" he asks. I look over to the longhaired pale yellow micro raptor.
>"Uh, a birthday gift. Something not too expensive if possible." I say, still looking over any and everything. I pick up some drum sticks before placing them back down.
>"Hmmmm." He contemplates while scratching his scruffy chin.
>"They play guitar or bass?" He asks, an idea popping into his head.
>"Uh, yeah she does. Guitar primarily." He beams at this idea.
>"Hey I got something for you then, cmere." He gestures me over to the counter. He pulls out a small device with a lever on the top and some spinning dials.
>I look at the strange thing he has as he pulls out a few guitar picks. "How's a few custom stamped picks sound?" he says, beaming at me. Raptor Jesus I'm saved.
>"Oh that's awesome actually." I glance through the colors he has and pick out a few ones with a darker shade and swirl patterns.
>He starts spinning the dials on the thing, reaching down to plug a cord into somewhere behind the counter. The machine whirs to life and he sets a pick into it.
>"What's your message my man?" He asks
cont.

Anonymous Wed 05 Jun 2024 01:23:31 No.66337127 Report

Quoted By: >>66337344

>>66336952
>Being just about as good of a writer as a third-grader I glance over to Naser to see if he can help. He's on his phone not paying any attention. Suppose I'm alone here. Something sappy will suffice I suppose.
>"Uh just write on it. "I love you" then a little dash with my name, Anon, under it."
>His eyebrows shoot up. "Oh for a girlie alright." he clicks away at the machine before pressing the lever down. It clicks together and hisses a moment as he does so. After a few second he retrieves the newly imprinted pick, exactly what I'd asked for. He does this for a few others. As he does the last one I grab my wallet to pay but he waves his hand at me. "One more." he retrieves a hot pink pick from behind the counter as well, proceeding to stamp it.
>As he finishes he dumps the lot into my hands and rings me up at the counter. "So that's 3 custom picks, anything else?"
>I quickly glance down at the 5 picks he's placed into my hands. "Thanks. I mean that." I pay for the things and quickly reconvene with Naser before we head on back to the Aarons place, making it just a few minutes before Fang is supposed to show.
>As we get there Samantha greets us at the door, slightly upset we're cutting it this close. "Come on you two you almost ruined it!" she shoves us inside to take our place in the kitchen alongside everyone else. Rosa, Stella, and Reed are already here quietly chatting.
>A quick greeting as we take our places. Ripley calls out from the living room. "Here she comes, get hidden!" That's our cue
>Sam quickly turns the light to the kitchen off as we all duck down. I hear the front door open and Samantha greets Fang and Trish, gesturing for them to come into the kitchen to hang out for a second.
>The lights come up and so do we. "Happy Birthday!" we all cheer out.
>Fang is stunned as we do this, Ripley addresses her as he grasps her shoulder.
cont one more.

Anonymous Wed 05 Jun 2024 01:32:07 No.66337344 Report

Quoted By: >>66337370

>>66337127
>"Happy birthday Sweet tooth. Your friends wanted to surprise you." he smiles at us, clearly happy with our effort put in.
>"Y-you guys?!" she exclaims, holding her hand over her chest and face scrunching up. Trish pats her on the back as well and beams up at her. We all huddle together as Naser gets a kitchen torch out to light the candles. The cursory happy birthday song sung and candles blown out it's time to cut the cake and exchange gifts.
>Rosa goes first, a small set to make your own wristbands. Stella next, a few blank CDs and a usb-drive CD-reader/burner. Rip and Sam got her a gift card to the music store we'd stopped at and Naser got her a card to some strangely named store. Trish leans in and tells me it's where they go clothes shopping. Trish next and she presents Fang with some VVURM DRAMA stickers. I glance over them and note these are certainly not designed by her and am rather impressed with their actual quality.
>Seems that I get to go last and I simply take out the small wrapped package, handing it to Fang.
>"Awww cmon dweeb I know you're poor. You didn't have to get me anything." she says, eagerly tearing the package open.
>I shrug "Felt bad to just show up empty handed so I at least got you something."
>The picks fall into her hand as she dumps them out of the package. "Oh dude sweet I lose these all the-" she pauses as she holds one up to the light. She squints and brings it close to read it.
>"...dweeb." she says, her voice breaking slightly as she steps forward to pull me into a kiss. I spy Ripley out of the corner of my eye. He's not pleased. Stella and Rosa coo at the two of us. We separate before Sam or Rip forcefully does.
>Fang quickly looks over the picks again noticing the pink one. I begin to open my mouth to say something about that one not being my first choice but she speaks before I can.
fucking literally one paragraph more cont.

Anonymous Wed 05 Jun 2024 01:33:26 No.66337370 Report

Quoted By: >>66337400

>>66337344
>"I think this one's my favorite. Love you too, dweeb." she says, wiping her partially running mascara as Naser hands her the first piece of cake.
Fin.

>>66336665
No clue how to do this, sorry.

>>66336742
You mean a continuation of the other Mia x E2 Anon thing I wrote?

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