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Who: Everyone
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Action: Iskaulit
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[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

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The cake or the birthday? [Either way, Asuka's scrutinizing him with more of a squint in her eye than his vague wish probably merits. It's not about besting him on something so insignificant, except maybe it is. She decides to let it go for now with that single comment and just enjoy the compliments. The fact that Nagisa's actually said something about the cake rather than chewing it in silence is almost a present of its own, but Shinji's seal of approval is twice as important. She'd been waiting for him to be disappointed, sure she should have chosen something easier. More music for him to listen to. Something. Instead, he says the cake's delicious. She's beaming.]

[She takes a few bites, half to buy time for that impromptu wish. It's surprising that Nagisa didn't say anything disgustingly romantic, but then, he's probably saving that for when they're alone. She wipes her mouth off with a napkin, and then finally admits, mostly to Shinji--]

I wish to do this next year.

[astrobleme]

[Kaworu's reactions, made obvious in the room's bright lighting, honestly appeal to Shinji more than the taste of the cake. Surprise adds a certain recklessness to Kaworu that isn't seen otherwise. He's open and unguarded for that split second. Smiling around a swallow, Shinji considers the ghoulishness of celebrating Kaworu's own birthday, given what the date represents. But he's already making plans to bake a cake for it... vanilla, or maybe...]

It's good, [he confirms, steadfast about that much.] Everything is really good--so your wish came true, Kaworu-kun. [If there's more he wants to say, he wisely opts not to say it in front of Asuka. This tension is like standing on a battlefield, in the middle of two approaching armies. No one's fired a single shot yet, but that isn't a guarantee that no one will. He'd be most relieved if they could agree to an extended truce.

He looks over at Asuka, and it's his turn to be surprised: she's beaming at him. She has very little to feel good about, so he can feel good for making her feel good.]

Next year... Oh my god, I'll be sixteen. That is so old.

[The happy crinkle of his eyes claims he isn't being totally serious. (But, seriously, trying to imagine himself turning thirty or something is like trying to imagine the edge of the universe.)]