[voice]

[incendite]

Does this place even have proper seasons? Or any sort of marker of time?

[He sounds grumpier than he usually does. There's a reason, though he won't mention it - near as he can figure, it's his birthday and he's never a ray of sunshine when that rolls around.]

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[upperblues]

...No. Why?

(I lost track of the days a long time ago.)

[incendite]

Don't tell me you're fine with that.

[upperblues]

There's nothing I can do about it. No point dwelling on it.

[incendite]

Yeah, like you ever dwell on shit like this.

[upperblues]

...

What's that supposed to mean?

[incendite]

The end of the year. Start of the new one. Stuff like that.

[And thus we cycle around to what might be the matter, if Squall's got a good head for certain dates.]

[upperblues]

[Squall goes quiet as he mulls over that. Why would he care--? ...Oh.]

Right. It's supposed to be around December, now. ...The 22nd is your birthday, isn't it?

[incendite]

Something like that, yeah.

[His attempt at being casual is... probably a little forced.]

[upperblues]

[He notices-- and snorts at the remark a bit.]

You don't seem like the type to want a birthday party.

[incendite]

[aaaaand back to bittergrump]

Why would I want a party?

[upperblues]

[You can practically hear him shrug. :| ...why are you such a pain in the ass, Seifer.]

What do you want?

[incendite]

[Because it's his nature]

Who says I want anything?

[upperblues]

You're moping around about not being able to tell the time and tried to dodge around the subject of your birthday. You want something.

[incendite]

[Of course he does. But his pride's feeling bruised enough as it is, so why should he bother.]

It's not important, Leonhart.

[locked]

[upperblues]

[Have an exasperated grunt. Whether or not locking their conversation will work, he has no idea, but it's worth a damn shot.]

Knock it off, Seifer... I'm not a mind-reader. --But you're not fooling me, either.

[locked]

[incendite]

[It helps a little, although there's a grumpy sigh anyway. It figures that Squall would know him well enough to know better than to be dissuaded.]

How'm I supposed to get people to notice if there ain't a calendar?