☠ 057; after birthday

[molotov]

[Okay, so Molotov's birthday was technically during the time that she was a teenager, but that hadn't stopped her from using today as her "birthday". After all, why should she miss out just because the castle decided it was time for some shenanigans?

Except… she makes no effort to address this. And when she finally does open up her journal to make note of the lack of gifts, she sounds exhausted and incredibly happy.]

Happy birthday to me. Gifts can be left outside of room 509.

Comments

[samson]

[dictated...... he's like in the other room, what a loser.]

Do I get to be exempt?

[molotov]

I have not quite decided yet.

[samson]

I literally didn't get you anything else, so it kinda depends if you want to be pissed at me or not.

[molotov]

You still have time to shop.

[samson]

What, are we celebrating your birthweek now?

[molotov]

And why not? I am special enough for it.

[samson]

Then I get a birthweek too.

[molotov]

Mmm, that remains to be seen.

[samson]

If you get one, I get one.

[molotov]

You are not as special as I am.

[samson]

I'm... so special, you don't even know.

[molotov]

You are garden-variety.

[samson]

Wow. Why did I marry you again?

[molotov]

Because of how wonderful I am.

[samson]

No... I think I'd remember that.

[molotov]

You do, just admit it.

[samson]

Not until you admit I should get a birthweek, too. [What a child!!!!]

[molotov]

I do not see any reason why you should.

[samson]

We were just over this. It's 'cause you're not any more special than me.

[molotov]

But I am. I am special, and you are terribly ordinary, but I adore you anyway, and that is what matters.

[samson]

You're really awful.

[molotov]

But you still love me soooooo much.

[samson]

Debatable.

[molotov]

A solid fact. You said it in front of everyone.

[samson]

No, it was only a couple people...