[open birthday post]

[waragainstfaith]

*all right, so it's not as if he really wants to talk to people, but that's never been an obstacle

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[therainbowsheep]

*pauses a moment, then tilts his head to one side* Tell me I was not meant to psychically know about this and get you something, because unless you want a baby, a cat or notes on genetic modification, you're out of luck.

[waragainstfaith]

*...quirks an eyebrow at him, but -- that's a crooked smile* I like cats well enough, but no. I don't expect gifts from people not family.

[therainbowsheep]

Oh, good. I'd rather keep them around, anyway, but being on your good side is almost more important than having Deoxy on my head most nights.

[waragainstfaith]

I'm flattered, I'm sure. *amused look*

[therainbowsheep]

You certainly should be. I don't actually bother with most people.

[waragainstfaith]

Then I'm just lucky to have been April's brother.

[therainbowsheep]

Yes, you are. *wrinkles his nose* Not that I'd like to be.

[waragainstfaith]

That would be disgusting.

[therainbowsheep]

It would be. Happy birthday, though. Also, speaking of April and birthdays, you will now tell me when hers is so that I might prepare something appropriate. And if it was some point in the past three weeks, I'm going to have to kill myself for being the worst boyfriend in the world, so do tell me it wasn't.

[waragainstfaith]

*rolls his eyes, but he's mostly amused, and so, obligingly* February twenty-eighth, lucky for you.

[therainbowsheep]

Oh, very lucky indeed. *grins* That'll be two months, not that you care. Or that I know. Because I am male and, as such, am expected to forget these things.

[waragainstfaith]

*rolls his eyes again* Yes, yes, you're a sweet and devoted boyfriend.

[therainbowsheep]

I doubt you'd approve were I not.

[waragainstfaith]

Of course not. Then I would kill you.

[therainbowsheep]

And I don't want to die.

[waragainstfaith]

And I don't really want to have to kill you.