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“...and that's why I told you, sweetie,” Eiji was saying with a broad smile. “And I achieved my goal.”
Ash rolled his eyes. “It's been years, Onichan. How many times do you have to remind me? And look at Shorter showing the photo!” he exclaimed with a hint of desperation in his voice.
Shorter, with Kong and Bones hot on his heels, were having fun showing the guests a photo of poor Ash Lynx, then twenty years old, who was screaming in fear because the love of his life had baked him a pumpkin-shaped cake...for his birthday. It had been a real success, and after all these years, people were still talking about it.
“I'm turning fifty-seven, and you do this to me? I can't stand you,” Ash complained, knowing full well he sounded childish. “And anyway, fuck you for this.”
“I knew you still adore me, after all these years,” Eiji trilled with one of his trademark smiles, taking his hand and giving him a kiss on the lips.
Their wedding rings touched.
There was a camera click.
Max waved the photo fresh from the instant camera, then looked at it. “This is for the next hundred years.”
There was some laughter.
Ash rolled his eyes. “I'll pretend I didn't hear.”
“Syrupy as always.”
“Well, Eiji knew how to keep him happy,” Cain commented with a chuckle.
“True!” Eiji said.
Ash grabbed a glass of champagne from the table, took a sip, and made a mental note to kill his Onichan calmly... later.
"Anyway, happy birthday, my love."
"Thank you."
"I hope for your sake you'll get rid of that photo, or you won't make it to next year alive," Ash threatened, one last time.
Eiji smiled again, squeezed his husband's hand, and let himself be led along. No, Ash, don't worry, because next year there'll be something even worse...