Party till the cows come home

Late as ever, expected of him maybe, Tate would make his way into the crowd of the birthday celebration for himself and his siblings, or at least who was still around. His leg was still a little messed up as he very subtly moved with a limp but managed just fine. Certainly he was no baby.

He didn't move in the shadows, but he didn't put himself in the spotlight. A ray he would have much rather had on his sisters, probably more Maki honestly. She deserved it.

He wouldn't grab anything to eat or drink for the time being, just moving over to the plush furs that were sprawled out on the grasses to lay down and relax. A part of him hoped someone might have served him surely, but he wouldn't have expected it. He was easy to keep quiet and happy one could suppose.

"Hotate"