{Fourteen (42)} &diams A gift to the city, the veins of which have broken me down

[burnt_orangesky]

I suppose it is [pen taps] somewhat appropriate that my birthday be marked by a resurgence in these troublesome things; I did manage to evade being struck by rubber balls today, though it was a near thing once or twice.

Thank you for the cake, Composer, it was quite good.

-Fred

Comments

[live_ringer]

Got any plans to celebrate?

[Not that being stuck here this long is any reason to celebrate--but it could be a needed distraction.]

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

It's your WHAT?! Birthday?!?!?! I didn't know that! You didn't tell me! No fair!! I demand cake!

[ruby-nova.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday!

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

[Since man-twin demands cake, Fred will find one from Derrick on her doorstep, with a simple hand-written card on top reading "Happy Birthday", and a drawing of a purple octopus. ♥ Yes, Genius, he saved some for you.]

[ghost_of_00]

I will get you an umbrella.

Do you want a gift?

00

[books-and-toads.livejournal.com]

It's your birthday? Well then, happy birthday!

[spandexisyouth]

It is your birthday? Happy birthday! What would you like?

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday.

[And somehow a tiny bouquet of autumn flowers will come for her today.]

[darcyredux.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[So proud of himself.]

[enchainement.livejournal.com]

[ There will be a tiny amigurumi likeness of Fred found in her room sometime tomorrow with a little note that has Qĭ's signature and a little ♥ ]

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Ah congrats. A whole year, and only 2-3 deaths.