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Tank sighs, looking up at their friends around the table. He slowly stands up, crossing their arms as they frown.
“Soooooooo” Asher looks at Tank with a raised eyebrow, “why did you call us here?” He leans back smiling as he laughs.
“And why did you take over my house for this ‘very important meeting’?”
Tank glares at their brother, fighting back the urge to growl.
“Because if we did this at my house Sam might overhear” David frowned a bit at that, “I- it’s his birthday in a few weeks, and I don’t know what to do!” She throws their hands up and looks around them, chewing on their lip as they sigh. “I- I want your guys help with ideas,” they mutter, looking down as they say it. It doesn't matter if it's something so small, she hates asking for help.
“We could throw him a surprise party!” Asher smiles, that light he gets whenever he gets excited shining in his eyes, “we could do it at David's place so that way Sam won’t find out about it!”
“Hey” David glares at both of them, but Tank knew he would let her.
“That- is actually a really good idea.”
“Why do you sound so surprised!”
Tank ignores Ash, going to David's white board and putting it on the table. Quickly writing, ‘Sam surprise party’ on the top. Pointing the marker around at his friends, “ideas, now.”
Milo snorts, rolling his eyes, “we could make it bat themed.”
“Perfict,” Tank nods and quickly writes it down.
“Wait, I was joking-”
“We can make fake blood shots!” Asher quickly shouts out, standing as he grins.
David sighs, rubbing his temples, “you two will be the death of me.”
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David watched Tank pace around as they muttered to themselves. He knows his sibling, he knows about their tendency to over think.
Everyone was gathered at his house for party planning. Ash, Selene, and Amara were on the couch making a shopping list, while Milo and Indigo were making a grocery list.
“Hey,” he slowly walks over to Tank, she was chewing their nails, a bad habit he had picked up as a teen. “Whats wrong?”
Tank looked down, shifting from foot to foot, pulsing her lips. David knows they struggle to admit anything wrong. Still struggling to be vulnerable, but they are working on it, and she is doing so much better.
“What if he doesn't like it, want if he hates it,” their voice is so small, so unlike them, he hates it. He knows it’s because of their parents and Quinn, knows it’s because they were taught that making a mistake meant anger and pain.
“Sams not going to hate it,” he gently brushes their hair behind her ear. “It’s Sam, when has he hated anything you did for him?”
Tank snorts, weakling smiling as they shake their head. Sighing as he slowly looks up, “never, I guess, but-”
“Nope, no buts.” David hates to interrupt them, but sometimes it needs to be done to stop them from overthinking. “If you think of every but then you're never going to get anything done.” He can’t help but smile at their laugh, Tank looked up at him, wiping a single tear off her cheek.
“You, you sound like dad.”
David froze for a second, they shrug, smiling at them. “Well they I can’t be wrong, dad was never wrong”
Tank laughs, smiling wide as they snort. “He never was.”
After a moment of silence Tank shakes her head and softly slaps his arm.
“Alright, not more being sentimental, I’m allergic to it” David snorts, rolling his eyes.
“Ya, ya, alright. What else do we need to plan”
“Hey Tank, does Sam even eat? Like I know he doesn’t need to, but like, does he ever just eat because food tastes good?”
Tank smirks at him, “well, he does eat my-”
“No! Nope! Shut up!”
“I was going to say my baked goods, get your mind out of the gutter, Milo.”
She laughs and walks over, looking at the grocery list.
“You can bake!” Ash looks up over at the group with wide eyes.
Tank waves him off as they hum. Snorting at Asher’s shocked face.