☆ 02 (75% Droned)

[supersizedpower]

[Alfred F. Jones wakes up in the morning feeling as though he's had a strange dream. Normally, it'd be comfortable to wake up in his same old bed with his wife by his side, but for whatever reason, this morning it only feels worse. There's something strange going on, but he tries to shake the thought

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[letunityblossom]

Don't you mean--[Pause, wavering between choices.]

It's something else, too, right?

[supersizedpower]

Huh?

What's that?

[letunityblossom]

[It has to be something, he just had it--Oh. His Lithuania-personality reasserts itself, for now.]

Your birthday, America?

[supersizedpower]

What?

Sorry, I don't get it.

[letunityblossom]

Y-your birthday?

[supersizedpower]

Mine?

No, mine's not...it's um...I don't think it's for a while.

[letunityblossom]

[Maybe he can use logic!

Though would that even work if America was acting like America...]

You should know your own birthday, right?

[supersizedpower]

Yeah, of course I do!

I just don't remember right now.

[letunityblossom]

That's not really something you'd just forget...

[supersizedpower]

I didn't forget. It's in the fall, though, I think.

[letunityblossom]

[He thinks he remembers going to a birthday party when they were both younger--no, not that again.]

I thought it was in summer.

[supersizedpower]

I'm not really sure right now.

Sorry, Toris. It's been a weird day.

[letunityblossom]

[Sigh.]

It really has been, hasn't it? Maybe tomorrow will be better.

[supersizedpower]

Yeah, I hope so.