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[smokedout]

[This is another one of those posts where Dodger starts off playing music without explaining anything. The song he plays in particular is a slow tune, earnest and emotional. His voice is gruff from lack of use, or perhaps his perpetual hangover, but he's still a talented musician at the end of the day. The guitar he's playing has stickers on it that some may recognize as fan merchandise for Eichi Tenshouin, and a malinois with a black and purple collar is sleeping with its head on his knee during the song.

When the song ends, he sits there quietly for a while before reaching to light a cigarette. He snaps his fingers to light them, and uses that in place of a lighter. Another pause, before he finally speaks.]

I'm 26 today. And sure, I was gonna make this the unholy mess you were all hoping for, but fuck it, y'know? What's the point of acting like I'm better than anyone else if I don't even believe it...

I'm not planning any sorta celebration. Won't say no to presents. Guessing no one cares enough, though, right? Whatever. No one's looking at this.

[Welcome to the pity party, population: Dodger.]

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[smokedout]

Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine.

[Dodger's sure learning about someone's past is usually interesting but... his interest in the naga is still skin-deep, and he's too busy moping to keep notes on people right at the moment.]

Numbers are important. Numbers, names, and words are all a person ever is. It's all they leave after they're gone. Might as well find something to celebrate while we rack them up.

[illusionistic]

Their achievements matter as well. More so in my world. No one pins a number to a person and remembers them just by that alone. How they acted and who they were are more important. [ Numbers hardly mattered in his world where people live for so long it's just not worth keeping count. ]

But...cake yes? That is what you celebrate with, is it not? [ Aeacinos will look curiously at Dodger before he lets out a huff. ]

If I bring you some will that help matters at all? [ He's not the sentimental type, not really, but doesn't see the harm in doing this simple thing. He doesn't know Dodger well enough to get him a present that would really matter either. ]

Sweets are not something I am...normally interested in. I do not have to eat technically. But I wish to try this dessert you humans always speak of. If there is a particular flavor you wish for...say so now.

[ Hopefully he can actually buy a cake...but he might use his illusions to look like his human form to make it easier. It's such a pain getting grief every time he goes out, it pisses him off to be honest. ]

[smokedout]

Achievements don't matter, people only think they do. When you die, all you have left is your name and the dates you were born and died. That's all your life is worth.

[What was that about being a ray of sunshine, Dodger?]

If it's gonna be such an inconvenience, don't bother.

[The last thing he wants is to have to listen to the naga droning about how odd human customs are... He just wants the day to be over, mostly.]

...How about you just sleep with me some time tonight?

[illusionistic]

You are oddly dour for a day that is meant to bring happiness.

[ Is there some concern there? There might be actually. ]

It is not inconvenient. But if it is sex you wish for then I do not mind that either. [ He smirks. He can certainly say that he definitely doesn't mind doing that again with Dodger. ]

Tell me where you live and I will pay you a visit tonight. [ His tail will swish behind him expectantly. ]