[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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[invertedtoo]

*grins* Hey, happy birthday. Did you prove that magazine quiz accurate yet?

[waragainstfaith]

*sure, gives her a crooked grin* Hi there. Thank you. And of course. Many times over.

[invertedtoo]

I figured you would. How old are you?

[waragainstfaith]

I'll break this mold someday. *snaps his fingers to vanish the guitar for now* Nineteen.

[terrorordelight]

*this is a tacklehug that is very carefully aimed to avoid harming the guitar* Yes, happy birthday to you, Diodarling. How remarkably dull has your day been or have you managed to actually amuse yourself?

[waragainstfaith]

*and another, more genuinely startled "oof" -- the guitar'll get vanished so he can properly hug her* I got taken flying. That was pretty fucking amazing.

[terrorordelight]

*she looks very happy to hear that he's actually done something enjoyable today other than playing guitar* I can imagine! Excellent. I was worried you might have an entirely rotten day, which is simply not allowed.

[waragainstfaith]

*laughs and pokes her in the side* It turns out I know really good people who won't let me have a rotten birthday.

[vacantheaven]

*and we flop on the floor in front of the couch...as usual* I'll take that as a cue to say an irritatingly cheerful happy birthday. *gives a huge, shit-eating grin* Happy birthday! *and now the expression falls* Was that enthusiastic enough or do I need to try again?

[waragainstfaith]

*...startled into just cracking up for a minute or two* Thank you. I've never been congratulated that cheerfully before by anyone not family.

[vacantheaven]

*grins again, the expression less shit-eating and more genuinely amused* I'll have to mark that fact down on my list of accomplishments. It's the least I can do, anyway, since I don't even buy gifts for my own mother. *thinks a moment* Then again, she's anti-commercialism and I can't focus on one project long enough to make anything.

[waragainstfaith]

I don't tend to expect gifts anyway. *tilts his head slightly* Really, though, thank you. More people are wishing me a happy birthday than I expected.

[heavensbowed]

*and he'll get a brother, too (see the sister's asterisks re: presents), flopping next to him and beaming* Awwwww, who's growing up? *^___^*

[waragainstfaith]

*pokes him in the ribs* I hate you and I can't believe you fucked that annoying little shit. *sounds, however, entirely affectionate*

[heavensbowed]

*wrinkles his nose* What? -- oh, Tona. *looks a little disappointed* He told me you two didn't really get along. I'm sorry.

[waragainstfaith]

*shrugs* I don't really care. He just -- *...attempts to manage a vague gesture that means "keeps unintentionally making me depressive and emo"*

[twelvestones]

*and look, there's an angel sitting next to him (with his guitar, actually), smiling faintly, because clearly you can never get enough birthday wishes -- and thus, quietly, once he's sure he has Dio's attention* Happy birthday. Again.

[waragainstfaith]

*brightens a little, and grins at him* Hi -- and thank you. Again. You brought your guitar.

[twelvestones]

*nods -- in that he's trying to convey gratitude for it, yet again -- and then just a little shyly, tapping the side lightly* You said we could make music.

[waragainstfaith]

*...awwwww, grins a bit meltedly* I'd love to.