Room 525, Monday Evening

[notasuiciderisk]

It was strange, Eric couldn't help but think, as he came back into the room and set on his bed the large parcel he'd received in the mail. It was strange that his birthday had come and gone, and he'd not even thought about it until he received his present from his mother the next day

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[talon_wraith]

The past few days, for Myn, had been busy with pretty inconsequential things (like the mun being incredibly braindead and out of touch with the world). He came back from the showers, fully dressed but still towel-drying his hair. "What's with the box?" he asked, sitting down on his bed and watching Eric with interest.

[notasuiciderisk]

"Birthday gift from Mom," Eric explained, holding up one of the Lincoln Hawk shirts against himself. "What do you think?"

[talon_wraith]

"It looks good," Myn said, nodding. "...What's Lincoln Hawk?"

[notasuiciderisk]

Eric shrugged. "I think it's a band. Mum said they're vintage; I have no idea where she'd have gotten them.

"So how was your day?"