[Voice / Action]

[justicereigns]

Age is just a number. 34. 35. Close enough, right?

[There's a drunk slur to his words followed by the clink of rocks being stacked and summarily falling over.]

Damn it! These rocks are defective. [As opposed to functional rocks?] Tashigi!

[....] Oh right. She's not here. Tch. Maybe a whole rum cake wasn't such a great idea after all.

[This has been a public service announcement. Don't drink and post folks. Anyone looking to find our drunk White Hunter might find him stomping around the dark, looking for non-defective... rocks. He's also carrying around a bottle of Rhum brand rum. And he's a prime target for messing with. Happy Birthday Smoker.]

Comments

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[Selphie's making her way back home with a bag or two full of brightly coloured rolls of crepe paper and balloons when she sees Smoker acting very un-Smoker like. She makers her way over to him with concern.]

Smoker...?

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

...Smoker?

[She's not even going to ask about the rocks...]

[Voice]

[howtobeaboss.livejournal.com]

What's all this talk about age Smokey? Was your birthday today?

[lostinmyway]

Oh, can you make cakes with rum? [Uh-oh.]

Action

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[If Smoker's off stomping around in the dark, then he might run into a certain redhead who is just hanging around in the trees like a creeper totally normal person.]

My....something the matter?

[ooh-kamina.livejournal.com]

Whoa, you're that young?

[ ...he had you pegged in the "Old Man" category. ]

[sea-king-bait.livejournal.com]

...Smoker-chin? Are you okay?

[voice]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure I got you beat by a couple of years.

[Voice]

[roboredom.livejournal.com]

MAYBE YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S DEFECTIVE.

[ voice ]

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

Oh, are you thirty-five, Captain?

With your hair color, I wouldn't have guessed.