#turns out all you need is to be arataki itto beatboxing outside of her window at 6am

[immobiliter]

and while it might be the crack of morning, that has not stopped the oni from gathering outside the window ... or windows ... that are sure to belong to furina. he clears his throat upon reliving himself a tied up box, placing it by his feet before he attempts to find a beat. a few taps and clicks, reminding himself of the pace he wants to perform this masterpiece in; one ... two ... yeah , something along those lines! neat flow!

and now for ... his ... audience .

he has arrived prepared to this GRAND SHOW , pebbles in pocket being hauled out one after the other as itto began to throw them on various windows. one of them were bound to be her, right ?

"EY ! YO ! MISS BOSS !" itto eventually shouted after the pebble. if the rocks weren't enough to catch her attention then surely this would do the the trick, hands shaping a small tunell around his mouth to ensure that he would be HEARD. if not by furina, then surely by the rest of fontaine; " WAKE UP MISS BOSS ! IT'S YOUR BIRTH~D A Y ! AIN'T NO BETTER WAY THAN TO WAKE UP THAN TO A BIRTHDAY SONG ! I ALSO BROUGHT CAKE ... ! "

cake indeed, decorated by no other than himself. while he could've settled for a simple happy birthday in writing, he had attempted (poorly) to draw furina in her massive at with beetles around it. quite the masterpiece, and how he had ... received the permission to do so at the baker would be quite the story to tell (he had been washing tins and shelves all night at said baker). but, to show up with a simple cake was just not enough for him, oh no, for as fontaine began to wake up there would also be a serenade outside her window with a beatboxing oni performing a rap for her;

"ey yo, miss boss, grandest of all, check you out, now the brightest star celebratin' on this beautiful day, even got yourself an oni ready to SAYYYY H - A - P - P - Y BIRTHDAY! i'll light all the candles, just lemme know and then i'll blow'em out all the same wouldn't be gentlebro of me to make you work on a day where you are the L - I - G - H - T ! ey yo , miss boss , hear me out a sec' 'cause i've got the batter, the cream and the cake all prepped up for you to enjoy so get your ass up , IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!"

       The first thing she became aware of, sprawled unladylike across her bed, drifting in and out of the comfortable darkness of sleep, was a slight rattle at her window. The first pebble didn't rouse her, but as the second and third were tossed in a similarly vague direction — one hitting the bottom of her windowsill and the other hitting the brickwork next to the window ( likely a good thing, or else she'd have to inform her landlord that her window had gotten broken not long after she'd already annoyed him with that pesky matter of the apartment flood ), Furina finally opened her eyes to seek out the source of the noise.

       A muffled shout followed, and she was jolted suddenly awake. Was there some kind of disturbance outside? As much as she wanted to leave the matter to the gardes, go back to sleep and read about it in the Steambird the next day, the shouting continued and her curiosity was quick to get the better of her. Turning on her bedside lamp and approaching the window, she finally pulled back the curtain.

       That was when she saw him. Arataki Itto, stood on the pavement below, still yelling — for her attention, she finally realised. Her brow furrowed. Furina knew what day it was, of course, and had secretly hoped that Itto might show up and help celebrate it with her, but... She glanced behind her at the clock on the wall and audibly groaned.

       Furina lifted up the window and stuck her head out, blearily glaring down at him below. “ Don't you know what time it is?!? ” Unlike her early bird of a companion, her response wasn't a yell but instead the despairing hiss of someone who has just been rudely awakened from their sleep and hasn't made the jarring adjustment to the waking world yet. It wasn't even properly light outside yet!

       It wasn't even properly light outside and way too early for noise of any kind and yet here he was, satisfied enough that he'd finally gotten her attention that he... started rapping?

       Fontaine wasn't exactly... known for its beatboxing and rapping scene, but Furina might have still admired the talent and creativity involved in Itto's number had she not instead been slumped against the windowsill, head in her hands, trying to resist the urge to let out a guttural scream and cause even more of a public disturbance than what was already in progress.

       That would definitely bring the gardes down upon her friend. There were laws against unreasonable noise at an unreasonable hour, after all: she had decreed and signed off on enough of them as the specific legalese had morphed and changed over the centuries. The gardes did have grounds to arrest him if any neighbours complained ( such as poor Estelle in the workshop opposite ), and Furina didn't fancy spending her birthday appealing to Neuvillette for clemency or the exploitation of a legal loophole all for the sake of her oni companion.

       She ran her hands through her hair — causing it to stand out on end even more than her sleep had managed, she was sure — before retreating from the window entirely. Without so much as a word to the beatboxing oni below, Furina shut the window and vanished from her bedroom. No makeup, no brushing or styling of her hair, not even so much as a glance in the mirror to see what she looked like this damn early in the morning, Furina grabbed her silk dressing robe to wrap around her night dress, picked up her keys and slammed the apartment door behind her.

       A few moments later, Itto ( and anyone else intrigued by this early morning entertainment at their former archon's address ) would have seen a very plain, unadorned looking Furina emerge from the front door and storm towards him.

       “ Yes, that's a really nice cake, Itto — how about you continue serenading me inside my apartment while I get dressed. ” Speaking as politely as she could muster, through absolute gritted teeth, Furina was already half-pushing Itto back towards the door before she'd finished her sentence.

       The sooner he was inside, the better.