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Hayame ([personal profile] warmare) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs 2023-09-03 06:10 am (UTC)

I don't... have one, either...

[A birthday. Not one she'd ever been told, or anyone had ever bothered to remember, anyway. It's not sad, it's not regrettable, it's just how things were. She can't imagine... wanting people to celebrate her, standing awkwardly while people sing, getting gifts... But her "birthday someone" was used to it. He... had a birthday.

... Wait. Had she not told this man that, over Communion, when they'd first discussed it? She thinks she had... but she doesn't quite remember. Honestly, she doesn't quite remember why they were talking about birthdays in the first place. But... perhaps a part of her also realized that she needed to keep talking. Keep conscious. Keep moving, even if it was just her mouth, grown loose and careless with pain and now, the strange, invasive sense of relief coursing slowly through her body.

How did it go... ? How did it go...]


Well...

[She would... need to send gratitude gifts to those who advice had been useful. She should ask Set for those plant growing powers of his... the persimmon tree... Hayame's stiff, trembling position is gradually softening as the pain eases, growing a bit more limp on the ground.]

I bought... a cake... I made... a gift...

[Like he'd recommended.]

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