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[monkeyblue]

From: Fushimi
Date: October 25th

[Still late at night, but this time his post is signed? He has no shame about spamming the BBS with stuff like this, and anyway it's important.]

Can shinki celebrate their birthdays if they remember them?

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[thevanguard]

[ Yata blinks in confusion. ]

For once? What does that mean?

[monkeyblue]

What do you think it means, Misaki?

[thevanguard]

[ He studies Saru a moment before pushing off the bed, coming to stand behind Saru and draping himself over his shoulders, a warm comfortable weight. ]

I don't know. I don't remember enough to... What can you tell me?

[monkeyblue]

[His chair is high backed and yet Misaki manages to do this. How.

There's a pause as Fushimi struggles with wanting to tell him to not worry about it and wanting to use his words like they promised in that first memory, and then as he tries to sort out what's safe to tell him.]

You're the only person who ever gave a damn about my birthday, apparently.

[thevanguard]

[ He's talented. Besides, he's used to you always being higher than him and yet he still manages this more often than not.

For now though, he's quiet, listening to what Saru says. And what he doesn't say. He rests his chin on Saru's shoulder, thinking that over. ]

Well. [ For a moment, he's not sure what to say to that. But then he flicks a glance sideways at him. ] I'll just have to make sure you have the best damn birthdays ever then, huh?

[monkeyblue]

Tch, why bother now? We're dead.

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just snorts. And boops his nose. Look, he's this close, he's taking advantage of it. ]

So what? That hasn't stopped us from doing anything else we'd probably do normally. If you used 'we're dead' as an excuse not to do something, neither one of us would ever get anything done.

[monkeyblue]

[What.

The argument is officially on hold now because--]

Did you just poke my nose?

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just smirks at him.

And does it again. ]

Maybe.

[monkeyblue]

[He scrunches his face.]

Why. Stop.

[thevanguard]

[ Nope.

He does it again. ]

Stop moping and I'll consider it.

[monkeyblue]

[He tries to pat Misaki's hand away.]

I'm not moping. Stop it.

[thevanguard]

[ He ducks and dodges the swat. Only to reappear over Saru's other shoulder.

And promptly boops him from that side, too. ]

Are, too.

[monkeyblue]

Am no--Misaki, I will stab you.

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just cracks up, taking him not at all seriously. ]

Yeah, yeah, so you always threaten.

[monkeyblue]

[Fushimi reaches over and pulls a stage knife out of his desk drawer, stabbing Misaki with it. It's fake and collapses into the handle, of course, but.]

Hmph.

[thevanguard]

[ If this were anyone else, he'd really be wondering why the hell you had a fake knife just laying around in your desk drawer. But no. This is Saru. He's not even gonna bother.

He is gonna play along, however, because he didn't want to see Saru brooding over his new memory, so ridiculous over-the-top playfulness it is.

His hands clutch the hilt of the fake dagger where it 'protrudes' from his chest, gasping and staggering backwards in horror, only to collapse on the bed in pretend death-throes. ]

Et tu, Mon-key?

[monkeyblue]

...you know Shakespeare?

[Fushimi bites back a chuckle as he turns to look at Misaki playing the fool.]

Really?

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just picks his head up and gives Saru a pointedly oblivious look, still playing along for the moment. ]

Who?

[monkeyblue]

Dead English playwright. Wrote a lot of dick jokes into his plays. Probably too complicated for a moron like you to understand.

[thevanguard]

[ Yata snorts and playfully flings the dagger back at Saru, doing an impressive imitation of Saru's own style. ]

You would like a dead guy who made a lot of dick jokes.

[monkeyblue]

I don't. My English isn't good enough to understand him.

[He catches the dagger easily.]

I just know that line.

[thevanguard]

I think it was in a movie. [ Yata quints for a moment, because he.... honestly couldn't tell you what one. Probably some nonsense action one that actually had zero connection to Shakespeare in the first place. While he does know who Shakespeare is, he can't say he's ever actually read any of it. Isn't it all depressing and shit? Sounded boring. ]

[monkeyblue]

That's more like the Misaki I know.

[He stretches.]

Told you I'd stab you.

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just jabs a finger at him. ]

Doesn't count. There was no stabbing. That was as effective as me booping your nose.