Room 525, Monday Evening

[notasuiciderisk]

It was strange, Eric couldn't help but think, as he came back into the room and set on his bed the large parcel he'd received in the mail. It was strange that his birthday had come and gone, and he'd not even thought about it until he received his present from his mother the next day

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[talon_wraith]

The past few days, for Myn, had been busy with pretty inconsequential things (like the mun being incredibly braindead and out of touch with the world). He came back from the showers, fully dressed but still towel-drying his hair. "What's with the box?" he asked, sitting down on his bed and watching Eric with interest.

[notasuiciderisk]

"Birthday gift from Mom," Eric explained, holding up one of the Lincoln Hawk shirts against himself. "What do you think?"

[talon_wraith]

"It looks good," Myn said, nodding. "...What's Lincoln Hawk?"

[notasuiciderisk]

Eric shrugged. "I think it's a band. Mum said they're vintage; I have no idea where she'd have gotten them.

"So how was your day?"

[talon_wraith]

"I shouldn't be surprised that I've never heard of them." Myn grinned sheepishly. "Been busy, actually. Finishing up reports and making sure they get sent. The holonet connection I managed to tap into wasn't very stable."

[notasuiciderisk]

Eric couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm surprised the school doesn't have their own hookup," he said. "They seem to have everything else."

He picked out one of the t-shirts, eyed it, and then slipped off his polo to try on the new shirt.

[talon_wraith]

"I'm sorry I don't have a present for you," Myn said, tossing the damp towel into his laundry bin. "It's...being shipped. I forgot to take into account the time differences."

[notasuiciderisk]

"You didn't have to get me anything!" Eric insisted. "I mean it." He grinned. "... But I'm kinda glad you did. Is it wrong of me to be all, 'Yay, presents!'?"

[talon_wraith]

"Nah," Myn laughed. "It's one of the few times of the year where that's completely acceptable."

[notasuiciderisk]

"Great," Eric replied. "Then. Yay, presents!" He giggled, all at once a few years younger as he flopped back onto his bed, avoiding the box. "I can't believe I'm fifteen."

[talon_wraith]

"Oh, gods," Myn groaned, facepalming. "Don't make me feel old."

[notasuiciderisk]

"Myn, you're dating a freshman," Eric retorted, with a taunting grin. "But if you come over here, maybe I can make you feel a little younger."

[talon_wraith]

Myn glanced at Eric out of the corners of his eyes. "Oh, really? While simultaneously making you feel older? Sounds like a win-win situation to me."

[notasuiciderisk]

Eric laughed, and unceremoniously dumped the clothes all back in the box before shoving it off his bed. "C'mon," he said, with a grin. "Come make me feel older."