[In past years, Porthos has been basically ridiculous at his party, drinking a lot and carrying on and decimating fruit wherever he might go. This year isn’t different, necessarily, but it’s been a slower start for him. This is the first time in about four years that he’s been able to really have a birthday party, and it feels strange to be doing it now after so long away from it. He’s going slower, maybe, taking his time to get used to things – to mingle, to get some food, to wander around the islands. He’s poked his head into the new areas that are available, absently, and likely in a while’s time it really will get messy because of various shenanigans, but.
But hell, it’s a party. And he’s going to enjoy himself. Come say hi to the birthday boy, or maybe you’ll just run into him. Maybe you want to complain about how loud everything is. Anything’s good. He’ll be loading up his gun, though, so be careful of that.]