(Untitled)

[boxbythebed]

[IN A CAMP CLEARING:

There is a bonfire going! And a girl dragging in bits of rotting wood from surrounding dilapitated farm houses to toss into the flames.]

Wooo! It's my m'afucking B-Day!

(( Out for the night ))

Comments

[tigerken]

Nya! Happy birthday!

[boxbythebed]

Hi.

You got a present for me?

[tigerken]

But I just found out it was your birthday.

[boxbythebed]

Well. I guess I could let you stay. You know, despite that.

[bitchester]

[freezes, uncertain of what to do]

[boxbythebed]

...

You want a beer or something? I have a six-pack here.

[bitchester]

... Really?

[boxbythebed]

Take the offer or don't.

[easybreezyidiot]

Happy birthday.

[boxbythebed]

This is a no-kid zone.

[easybreezyidiot]

Bullshit.

[boxbythebed]

Ooooh, you swear. Big deal.

[asterisking]

Happy birthday.

[boxbythebed]

Hi. Thanks.

I'm officially almost not a teenager anymore.

[asterisking]

Oh? Really?

[boxbythebed]

I'm nineteen.

[barfintomyhat]

[first time he's seen a girl handle her own wood tbh]

Happy birthday.

(( epic placeholder ))

[boxbythebed]

Hi.

Want some beer? Or some... fire?

[barfintomyhat]

[raises an eyebrow]

I'll take the beer. What's with the fire?

[boxbythebed]

Wanted to burn shit. Do I need an excuse?