☠ 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]

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...

[molotov]

It was everyone that matters.

[samson]

Oh, so you think the Windrunners matter, now?

[molotov]

Were they there? I had forgotten they even existed.

[samson]

[That's not exactly fair, because he knows Molotov would never forgive him if he said he forgot about her friends who have left, so...

He can't really say anything.]

Whatever.

[molotov]

[She is also lying, because she hates the Windrunners.]

Da.

[samson]

I still get a birthweek.

[molotov]

Nyet.

[samson]

Yes.

[molotov]

What are you going to do about it?

[samson]

Leave you, join a monastery.

[molotov]

[She laughs. Really loudly.]

[samson]

[Wow, rude!!]

What, you think I won't do it?

[molotov]

We both know you won't.

[samson]

Now I'm gonna just to prove a point.

[molotov]

Leave me? Fine, let me put in a call to your replacements.

[samson]

What? No, that's not what I meant.