☠ 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]

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.

[molotov]

Well, I am not staying married to a monk, Samson.

[samson]

Yes you will, and you'll like it.

[He doesn't even know what they're talking about anymore, really.]

[molotov]

You cannot make me.

[samson]

Can too.

[molotov]

How?

[samson]

I'm extremely persuasive.