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[peoplesprincess]

Being seventeen doesn't feel any different.

... If I said I'd do something with you today and then I didn't show up, I suppose we can arrange something in its place.

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[hislostlover]

Happy Birthday Azula.

[peoplesprincess]

Thanks.

You can still come see this Earth's India someday.

[hislostlover]

I would like that.

[peoplesprincess]

... Good.

[xxxing]

[Azula will be receiving another carefully, meticulously-arranged bouquet; crown imperials and dendrobium - however, both are black, long-dead and crumbling like burnt paper; closer to the centre is purple larkspur, and in the very middle is a stalk of fraxinella. All of them have their stems down, and are tied with ribbons to the right.

Separately, there is a card, with pressed basil and orange lilies on the inside; the text reads as follows:

Happy birthday, Azula! Doesn't it look nice?
It's printed with neat cursive, loops and curls and perfection. However, if she looks at the back of the card, there is another message scrawled in messy, harsh script:

do you even know who this is?
Enjoy.]

[peoplesprincess]

[... she doesn't know 8( CLEARLY SHE NEEDS TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO MINATSUKI'S INTERESTS...]

[invadinurbubble]

WE SHOULD GO DO SOMETHING FUN!

[peoplesprincess]

Don't yell.

[invadinurbubble]

Sorry :x

[peoplesprincess]

Why do you want to "do something fun" with me?

strikes = thoughts

[iknowucan]

You stood me up!

It's okay, Azula.

poor Ryan ;;

[peoplesprincess]

So should I come or not.

[iknowucan]

I don't want to make you come out here if you're not feeling up to it.

[peoplesprincess]

No one can make me do anything.

... I might be feeling sort of better now.