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[Voice / Action] backdated to the 24th due to vacationing, sob.

[Not that he's told anyone, but the 24th is a pretty important date. It's left Asch in kind of a weird mood. Between this and the upcoming draft ~~shut up I know I'm late~~ he's venturing ever so slightly out of his usual "ignore everyone" shell. You may now die of shock.]

...How old do you have to be on your world before you're considered an adult? Is there some kind of party or ceremony you have to go through?

[He'll probably be hanging out in the bar for the rest of the evening, being his usual quiet self, though he's oddly calm today. If there's ever a time to meet him without losing a head, this is it. :|]

[ooc: originally I wanted to be here to do this on time, but life conspired, so it is late. :c for the record, this takes place BEFORE the draft. For those unfamiliar with the Abyss world, one's 20th birthday is v. important, and Auldrant's year is actually 700+ days long, and... yeah, I was a colossal geek and figured out what day would be Asch's 20th. tl;dr he's old now.]

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[Well all right; Guy takes up the candle again.]

I don't know if we could call this your standard celebration, but...whatever you want, birthday boy.

It's not like I'd want a big ceremony anyway. It's just a little strange to come of age and not have something. [Not that he ever expected one; he wasn't supposed to live this long, anyway.]

Well, someone might have thrown someone a party if someone had known about it.

[As observant as Guy is, he's not a mind reader. He's sure he can whip something up for the evening, but it won't be anything really special. That'll have to be late.]

[He gets a dry look for that one.]

If you're going to throw a party, I don't want it for me. You know better.

Not even a small party? [Guy likes parties. :C ]

[No guilt-tripping, Guy.]

...Do I have to go?

Considering it'd be your party...

[....A look. GIVE ME A GOOD REASON.]

[HE CAN'T ALL RIGHT]

Okay, no party then.

Well, you and I can do something, right? Give me a week to give it some thought and I'll come up with something innovative.

[Oh thank god. If you want a party, Guy, just throw one for yourself 8|]

...We don't have to do anything special. It just sounds like a lot of trouble.

It's not, it's not! I just have to think about it a little bit, is all.

[Asch mumbles something inaudible, trying not to look embarrassed about it.] ...What about your birthday?

What about it? I don't even know when it is.

You could try figuring it out. [Colour him curious.]

My birthday really isn't a big enough deal to me to try that, Asch.

[Yeah and it's kind of angsty, and Guy would rather not talk about angsty shit.]

[...Oh, right. All that unhappy stuff happening around then. Whoops.]

...You could just throw a party for the sake of having one, you know.

I probably will! I just want to think of a reason for it.

Edited 2010-07-29 22:07 (UTC)

We're not dead yet? [Ever the optimist.]

Not good enough.

And I don't want to use a holiday from Auldrant, either. Or any world, for that matter.

Then make one up or something. You're good at that, aren't you?

I will, I will. That's why I need a little time.

...you really don't want to celebrate your birthday somehow?

...I don't know. I haven't done it for years. Why bother starting now?

[Guy slides into the booth across from Asch.]

Because you aren't the same person as you've been for those eight years.

[Asch falls silent for a moment at that. Once upon a time he'd deny it, or question it- the fact that he doesn't... that alone means that Guy is right. He is different. And they both know it.

What would he have done back then...?]

...When I was little... Mother made sure that I spent the day with her as much as possible, no matter how sick she was. I sat with her in bed and we played cards until dinner. The cook made a chicken parmesan and Mother got Father and Natalia to eat with us. [Another pause.] ...It was the only day that I knew I'd see my family, no matter what.

[Guy folds his hands atop the table, pursing his lips.]

...I'm sorry I can't give them to you here, Asch.

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