[OTA] It's my birthday and I'll work if I want to

[karatofquality]

It's Silas' birthday today. He's forty-two -- the answer to Life, The Universe, And Everything, if you get the joke. He does. He's just...working anyway. Absolutely nothing is different about this day from usual, as far as he's concerned. It's probably part of the Ritual

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lunch time~

[ishineon]

Just like last year, Säde is here to gently steer Silas away from work and into spending his birthday properly. Granted, last year she had the authority of Ace over Nine. This year will take a little more diplomacy.

Which clearly means she's going to pick his pocket while he's going to lunch, lock the door, and keep the key until he comes looking for it.

Re: lunch time~

[karatofquality]

Oh, that's just not fair, Sade. He tries the door, knowing it's locked. And then he empties his pockets in search of that key, which he also can't find. And then he's off to invade his Ace's private office space, face tending toward a line.

It's part of the Ritual. This is Normal. He's laughing on the inside, honestly.

"Do you happen to have a way for me to get back into my office, Lady? It would seem that my key has grown legs and meandered off when I wasn't looking," he sighed.

[ishineon]

Säde's face is similarly tending towards a line, which makes her actual expression less 'cool openness' and more 'calmly humouring you'. "Well, seeing as the occasion calls more for a day off than a day at work, I'm sure your key has done the right thing in keeping you out of the office. There's nothing pressing that can't be taken care of by myself, or otherwise tomorrow."

[karatofquality]

Shaking his head, he leans on her doorjamb with his arms folded across his chest. "Now, Säde, you know better than to expect me to allow my Suit to fall by the wayside on a Monday of all days. Surely, you know as well as I do that there is nowhere more appropriate for a man to spend his workday than at his desk. Working." He might even be pretending it isn't his birthday. Just for right now.

After Säde's run off with his key/if he doesn't manage to get it back.

[thediamondqueen]

Rachel feels your pain, Silas, truly. She's long stopped considering her birthdays as anything of importance, and yet no matter how she tries to convey that, there's always at least one person, usually more, that doesn't quite get it.

So as she passes him in the hallway, she won't call attention to the date, instead choosing to nod at him with a faint smile and say, "I hope your day has been going well, Lord Silas."

Pretty typical greeting, if she does say so herself.

[karatofquality]

He managed to get his key back, but only so that he could get his things out of his office, and then Säde took the key and locked him out again. Disappointing, but he would survive. He'd had lunch with Cayden, which was...fantastic, actually.

With Rachel talking, though, he turns on his heel to fall into step beside her. She probably knows by now that he's thrown out of the office on his birthday by a Face Card every year. For the last two years running, it's been their lovely Ace; before that, it was Hector. "It's gone rather well indeed, Lady Rachel. And yours?"

[thediamondqueen]

She knows, of course. She's done a little throwing out herself, in the past years, although she tries to avoid doing it directly because of the karma it may induce come her own birthday.

"It goes as it usually does," which means busy, but not unusually so given how things have been lately, "I decided to take a brief break just now to clear my head." She's been forcing herself to do those, so as not to overwork herself. She's been far too guilty of it in the past.

[karatofquality]

"At the very least, we can take pride in that the busy atmosphere is consistent. A Face Card's work is never finished, but it's a good thing to aim for," he says with an amused expression. He is close, but not suggestively so. They're together, a united front, but no more connected beyond that than a horse is connected to its stables.

Tilting his head, he looks down at her. "You ought to take up yoga, Lady. It's great for calming oneself, and you don't need a gym to do it -- or even to leave your office."

lunch

[dancerofhearts]

A sneaking little Heart that she was....

okay, forget that. Cayden could not sneak in any way but she had set tea down next to him. Her fingers lightly brushed his hand and she sat down beside him.

"Hey."

[karatofquality]

He couldn't help grinning when Cayden joined him. "Good afternoon, my little dancer." Turning his hand over, he caught her hand in his own to kiss her knuckles. "How are you today, sweetheart?"

10 am like a rebel.

[uncutclarity]

"You know Säde's going to find a way." She hadn't had this problem this year, though normally in the past one of the kitchen staff chased her out of the kitchen. March had been a horror, April hadn't been any better.

Also, Silas, chocolate cupcake. Eat it.

[karatofquality]

He smiles at the cupcake, dipping his finger into the frosting to give it a proper taste. "I'm sure she will, but it will require a certain finesse -- and figuring out how to kick me out." She'd managed last year, but he'd been a Nine last year. It's different now, to a degree. In theory, it gives him some freedom.

[uncutclarity]

"Why do you hate the idea of taking the day for yourself?" she asks after a moment, crossing her arms. Because Silas knew perfectly well that he'd probably force Avery to take March 13th off next year.

[karatofquality]

"It's difficult to justify taking time for myself when I have nothing to do with it, Avery." And he's King now. Surely that comes with more responsibility than he's heaped on himself in years past, doesn't it?

Luuuuunch

[lightsthejewels]

With the morning's routine finished and the reviewing of all the newly submitted documents done. Danielle, frankly, was happy for a break. Usually. She would head to Town to get lunch or even the Clubs Suit to have a small, quick meal with her family. That could wait however.

With a little wrapped gift tucked in her arm, she looked around for Silas and eventually found him. She looked almost happy when she curtsied at his direction before moving forwaed. Close as anyone will get to her being. "So is the saying true? One year older and one year wiser?"

[karatofquality]

Smiling, Silas shook his head. "I'd like to think so, but I think only time will tell." He appreciated the curtsy, but it wasn't overly necessary. No need to correct her, though; he's supposed to be encouraging Diamond etiquette, not shredding it.

"You look like you're doing well. What brings you this far from food on your lunch break, Danielle?" Curious headtilt? Why yes.

[lightsthejewels]

Since the incident with Lady Molly, Danielle was taking precautions by being formal as she could manage. But since it was just her and her friend, she managed to relax a little bit. A little.

"Just to wish you a happy birthday. And to deliver this to you." And the wrapped item is presented. Large red ribbon and all. "Happy birthday now, Silas. I hope it's been a pleasant day for you so far."

[karatofquality]

"Thank you," he hummed, taking that wrapped square with a lifted brow. He was careful to unwrap it, refusing to tear it even a little bit. And when the paper falls away, and he sees the painting, his smile spreads exponentially until he's grinning. "Danielle, it's beautiful. Did you do this?" Of course she did. That was her signature in the bottom corner. "Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you so much."