Homeless

[dreamtofbeing]

It's my birthday! Thank you for letting me out on my birthday. You should let me out more, not just on my birthday. I like getting out and chatting with people. You know that, better than anyone, really.

So, February 29! It only comes around every four years. Didn't really celebrate, last time it did. And before that, it wasn't my birthday yet, so . . . anyone else out there whose birthday it is? How are you celebrating? Why did you pick February 29? Or did you not pick it yourself? I suppose there have to be at least a handful of people out there who are just statistically unlucky.

I think I want cake. And a candle. 44 candles! Or--do you get a candle for every year, or for every birthday? That'd be 12 candles, then. Or actually, it'd be two. That's a bit disappointing.

Mun, why did I pick February 29 as my birthday again?

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[dreamtofbeing]

[:D It's Jack! Hi Jack.]

Thank you!

[Hug! He is all for hugs, which means he will hug you, since you spread your arms and everything. Then he'll pull back a little and look at you expectantly, still smiling.]

So what's the present?

[captjacksparrow]

[ Oh! Hug. Erm. Hugs. Are unexpected. Are you picking his pockets? No, of course you're not; you're you. Still: he squirms a bit. Leeeeet go. Let go. He's not drunk enough for this yet. He gives you a tentative smile when you pull back—

—that drops to an exaggerated hurt pout at the question. ] Erm. Me.

[ Ta-da! Charming grin. So charming. Yes? No? You are amazed and flattered, he's sure. ]

[dreamtofbeing]

[Whoops, hurt pout. What did he--oh.]

Right! You. [Stepping back and looking you up and down, returning your smile.] Excellent. Birthday company's a good present. How's it going?

[You're kind of drunk. You usually are, but this is a little more than usually. Is there a reason for that, or is it just because you had enough rum at hand to get this drunk?]