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[On the thirtieth, the following message will be posted on the network. The only filter it has is to hide it from Sindragosa and Bernkastel.]

You are cordially invited to a celebration of Med'an's 31st birthday at the Town Inn at 7 PM.

[Anyone who decides to attend will find the party to be modest, but lit up by a happy and excitable Med'an, who

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[queeningsquare]

[Kyrie arrives right on time, so she can speak to Med'an before he's lost in a crowd.]

Happy birthday~ Thirty-one, really?

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[Kyriemom yey c: ]

Thanks. And that's right. I'm aging slower than humans do.

[Since obviously he's not an adult, even though he's probably around her own age. It's kind of a weird thing to say, but he just rolls with it.]

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[queeningsquare]

[Silly puppy, Kyrie also doesn't look her age, she's still more than ten years older than him n_n]

Oh, I see. Then, are you old enough to drink around here? I could take you to the bar for your birthday if you are [giggle]

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[He demands to see proof of this sir!!!]

I don't think we have any rules for drinking around here. Are you supposed to drink for your....thirty-first birthday?

[whaticannothave]

Happy Birthdaaaay~

[breakin_ur_lore]

Thank you. ...do you want some cake? It's not ice cream, but...

[Maybe it might count? My most favorite stake ever? c: ]

[whaticannothave]

[ Hell yes. ]

Yes! I want some cake!

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[yeeeey he tugs her over to the cake and gets the knife to serve her. (Of course.)]

How -

[wait, she might say she wants all of it. :|a You know, he'll just cut a good-sized piece and give it to her.]

- how's that?

[endofdaydream]

[ WOW, WHO NEEDS PARTIES AND FUN, it's not like Ange needs them or anything.. geez.. So don't think too much of it that Ange is there at the party, her usual pokerface on as she skims the place.

... Well, at least Med'an seems happy enough. ]

< Congratulations. > You're officially an old man now.

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[Med'an is happy. ^-^ Especially that owner came. BEST ANGE EVER (YAY) ]

Does that mean I have seniority over you?

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[ She's holding a package too, but ssshh.. ]

I'm still in the lead mentally. [ And she means it in the most loving (and tsunning) way possible. Bffs.

... Then she sticks out the package to him. ] Here you go. I brought a present. Nothing big.

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That's what you think. [No, it is true. Oh w - !!!]

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[mildmagnolia]

[ birthday parties birthday parties- Viktor is nervously poking his head into the party, too nervous to come in quite yet... he has a few flowers in his arms, as well as a tiny jar.

w-was it rude to come in...? ]

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[Did you know that Med'an has very good eyesight? Well now you do, because he just spotted your head from across the room. He prances over, beaming.]

Are you gonna come in?

the watch is a very convenient excuse...

[mildmagnolia]

Ah- o-okay!

[ NOW HE'S IN oh god what now. ]

:D

[breakin_ur_lore]

[PARTY. :D ]

Cake?

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[karazhan]

[Medivh has already been in the Town Inn for a little while. The sneaky beggar. However this Magus has decided to stay up on a high shelf in crow form, watching the groups of people arriving and generally preening his feathers.

Too many people, yet Medivh knows there'd be the sulk of the century if he didn't show up in some form or another. Caw.]

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[It's true, dad. But look, there's cake. There's also a Med'an finding a spare feather on the floor.

He straightens, and looks around suspiciously. And maybe hopefully.]

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[karazhan]

[The cake does look nice, and it'd probably taste better than mana cupcakes since this world made them no where near as good as they should be. That being said, there are also lots of people around the cake.

For a moment Medivh peers down at his child before going back to preening.]

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[...yeah, that is dad, isn't it. It's not like birds usually hang out in the inn and look at you just when you were wondering if they were your dad and then pretend not to care. Med'an tentatively waves the feather at him.]

You dropped something.