❀ Five ❀
[Anyone in the vicinity of the duck pond today might find a little blonde kid sitting by the edge, nibbling on a massive cupcake and enjoying the wonderful absence of snow, for the first time since his arrival. He is repeating six words over and over in a cheerful, singsong voice: ]
♫ Six days until my birthday, six days until my birthday! ♫
[He takes another massive bite of his cupcake, and a blob of pink icing drops onto the open journal.]
❀ It's a funny thing to be born on a leap year, ne? If you think about it, I'm really only six! ❀
[ooc: can you resist the cuteness? No, I don't think you can.]
♫ Six days until my birthday, six days until my birthday! ♫
[He takes another massive bite of his cupcake, and a blob of pink icing drops onto the open journal.]
❀ It's a funny thing to be born on a leap year, ne? If you think about it, I'm really only six! ❀
[ooc: can you resist the cuteness? No, I don't think you can.]