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[byweavinglives]

I turned 27 three days ago. Usually Socrates reminds me - I get distracted and I don't realize my birthday is passing. This year it was cars and curses. I've been repairing the body and engine of an off-roading vehicle, and the smell of the blood in the backseat the work has been engrossing. He gave me a pair of seashell earrings last year, ones

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[bitesvampires]

I suppose I ought to wish you happy birthday, Saya.

[byweavinglives]

That is the polite thing to do.

Hello, Will. Would you like some cake?

[bitesvampires]

And yet manners aren't always appreciated.

I wouldn't say no - I'm sure you've heard it, haven't you? That the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

[byweavinglives]

It's faster through the ribcage.

[shall_yield_us]

...oh. You're... old.

[byweavinglives]

No.

I'm not.

[shall_yield_us]

Not decomposing, but you are old. Women're born old. Old souls, they say.

[byweavinglives]

Is that so? I know plenty of women who are stupid enough to cancel that out.

[brobeforehos]

Happy birthday, Saya.

[byweavinglives]

They're gone.

[brobeforehos]

Just me now.

[byweavinglives]

Has it been too quiet?

[alwaystreasured]

I suppose congratulations are in order then.

[byweavinglives]

Thank you, Severus.

[alwaystreasured]

You are quite welcome.

[byweavinglives]

I saw you've been busy.

[coyote_walking]

Happy Birthday. If I'd known I'd have baked you a cake.

Or at least stuck a candle into the brownies I brought in today.

[byweavinglives]

It's fine. I don't eat chocolate.

[coyote_walking]

Oh. Sorry.

[byweavinglives]

You didn't offend me.