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Who: Duo, Quatre and Suoh
What: Quatre's birthday.
When: Saturday December 18th, afternoon.
Where: Q's apartment, Tetha. (Then Neon most likely.)
It had been a long week after Duo had messaged him and asked for a place to stay. Duo had asked him to forward on the message to Jinx that he'd need a few days off. And after the first two nights of staring at the ceiling and being unable to sleep, Quatre had followed suit and called his boss. The third night he'd gotten a few restless hours, only to be jolted awake by nightmares he could barely remember. Duo and Suoh's worried looks finally convinced him to use the sleeping pills that he'd been trying to forget about since Duo's bad reaction to them.
He'd slept for a day and half, and woken up feeling slow and disoriented. But the headache was better than the oppressive tiredness he'd been unable to shake. For the rest of the week he'd immersed himself in the task of finding a new apartment. So it was a surprise to him when he looked at the date and realized it was his birthday. At the same time he realized that since he had lost months when he'd been dumped into the Digital World, he'd never had his birthday from the previous year. He had done the math once he'd realized this discrepancy in his own timeline and figured out that he had technically turned 17 on April 25th.
Based on that logic his birthday wasn't for over another four months. Though he had never really found birthdays important. How could you have a birthday when you'd been grown a test tube? He'd never really been born at all. Which was why for his 16th birthday he'd celebrated in February with Duo. They'd had plans to do so again, but that clearly hadn't happened.
He pondered doing anything. The last week hadn't really left him feeling very cheerful. And he doubted Duo would remember with so much going on in his own life. No...he'd probably remember, Quatre just hoped that he wouldn't make a big fuss about it. By the time afternoon rolled around he was beginning to think that it had slipped his friend's mind, so Quatre had buried himself once again in his search for a new apartment. There was a rather nice place in Neon, near the ocean, that he was sure if he haggled with the landlord could get for something at his price range.
What: Quatre's birthday.
When: Saturday December 18th, afternoon.
Where: Q's apartment, Tetha. (Then Neon most likely.)
It had been a long week after Duo had messaged him and asked for a place to stay. Duo had asked him to forward on the message to Jinx that he'd need a few days off. And after the first two nights of staring at the ceiling and being unable to sleep, Quatre had followed suit and called his boss. The third night he'd gotten a few restless hours, only to be jolted awake by nightmares he could barely remember. Duo and Suoh's worried looks finally convinced him to use the sleeping pills that he'd been trying to forget about since Duo's bad reaction to them.
He'd slept for a day and half, and woken up feeling slow and disoriented. But the headache was better than the oppressive tiredness he'd been unable to shake. For the rest of the week he'd immersed himself in the task of finding a new apartment. So it was a surprise to him when he looked at the date and realized it was his birthday. At the same time he realized that since he had lost months when he'd been dumped into the Digital World, he'd never had his birthday from the previous year. He had done the math once he'd realized this discrepancy in his own timeline and figured out that he had technically turned 17 on April 25th.
Based on that logic his birthday wasn't for over another four months. Though he had never really found birthdays important. How could you have a birthday when you'd been grown a test tube? He'd never really been born at all. Which was why for his 16th birthday he'd celebrated in February with Duo. They'd had plans to do so again, but that clearly hadn't happened.
He pondered doing anything. The last week hadn't really left him feeling very cheerful. And he doubted Duo would remember with so much going on in his own life. No...he'd probably remember, Quatre just hoped that he wouldn't make a big fuss about it. By the time afternoon rolled around he was beginning to think that it had slipped his friend's mind, so Quatre had buried himself once again in his search for a new apartment. There was a rather nice place in Neon, near the ocean, that he was sure if he haggled with the landlord could get for something at his price range.