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[boxbythebed]

[IN A CAMP CLEARING:

There is a bonfire going! And a girl dragging in bits of rotting wood from surrounding dilapitated farm houses to toss into the flames.]

Wooo! It's my m'afucking B-Day!

(( Out for the night ))

Comments

[hardlyboy]

Ah-- Jennifer-san, please, that isn't safe.

[boxbythebed]

Don't look so smug about it.

[hardlyboy]

Ah-- I did not mean to appear smug, I was simply pleased that we... agreed on something.

[boxbythebed]

...'Kay.

[hardlyboy]

That is all.

[boxbythebed]

...

Well, don't be a stranger.

[hardlyboy]

E-erm, ah...

What birthday is it?

[boxbythebed]

Nineteen.

[hardlyboy]

I see...

[boxbythebed]

You see what?

[hardlyboy]

... nothing.

[boxbythebed]

...

Okay.

[hardlyboy]

May you have a pleasant birthday, then.

[boxbythebed]

You too.

...Uh, you know what I mean.

[hardlyboy]

Yes... indeed.