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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 5:55 pm
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November 5th
At first, it looked like Jamie wouldn't be too bothered about it, either. He turned to Shiloh, a warm cup of tea between his hands, toasting them up. The expression he wore was curious, then it turned contemplative, then glanced at the calendar his mother had hanging on the wall near the fridge. It was covered in farm animals. This month was chickens in santa hats.
"What did you say?" he asked, but in a way that said he heard just fine. The problem was he was still turning the thoughts over in his head, still trying to process them. He set his tea on the counter and this time went all the way over to the calendar.
He didn't say anything else as he flipped from December, back to November, back to December, back to November. It wasn't once or twice or three times, but many. Whatever he was thinking, he was playing with his lip ring as he did so.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 6:08 pm
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November 5th
He sighed, knowing damn well where this was going, regretting even bringing the damn thing up, "I said, it's really no big deal."
He watched as Jamie flicked between the calendar months, cracking his knuckles awkwardly. "Cut it out, you're makin' me nervous." He walked over to grab Jamie's hand, cease the flipping, "You're gettin' ideas, ain't you?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 6:21 pm
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November 5th
The flipping did cease, of course, and Jamie didn't struggle against the hand on his own. With a small, apologetic smile, he looked down at the month he'd stopped on. November. Right there on the 5th was a small, round sticker sporting a cupcake with a candle. In the hectic aftermath of their past-void adventures, he'd forgotten a very special day that he'd been waiting for damn near since he and Shiloh decided they were friends.
"But Shiloh..." he mumbled, voice quiet, though it quickly picked up. "It is a big deal! It was... it was supposed to be your first birthday that we could celebrate together." He looked genuinely distraught at the thought of missing it. "A-And I didn't even wish Ollie a happy birthday, either..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 5:13 pm
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November 5th
"I mean, we didn't like it 'cause it wasn't like..." He sucked in a breath, "You know where I grew up." He left it at that.
But he also weighed his options like he was reconsidering, "I mean, if it wasn't made out like a big deal it might be nice. I've never had a cake." And Shiloh really liked chocolate cake, "Like, we can totally make Christmas the big shebang, but... we can do a smaller thing for me 'n Ollie if you wanna that badly."
At least the Christmas chickens were cute. "Like, no gifts, no streamers, just cake. Oh—ice cream too? Or—alright alright, we can have a shitton of food? That sounds kinda sweet." He actually looked a little more into it now.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 10:43 am
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The Big One Nine
It was around noon, the sun was shining, the air was crisp but not too cool as it streamed in through the open window. It was one of those winter days that didn't quite feel like winter. A nice day, a good day for a celebration.
Only Jamie was puttering around downstairs; his parents were out of town and he'd banished Shiloh to their room until all the preparations were complete. They almost were, too, as he pulled out a tray of little cheesy crostinis from the oven. Onto a plate they went and out with the rest of the fixings—a veggie tray, little meatballs skewered with toothpicks, three different kinds of dip and so many chip options, mini ham and turkey sandwiches, and countless other snacks Jamie had spent all morning putting together.
The cake and ice cream were chilling in the fridge, waiting for later. Too Cute! Kittens was playing as a placeholder on the TV. All that was left now was summoning the birthday boy and waiting for Ollie to arrive.
"Shiloooooh!" he called up the stairs. "C'mon!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 10:51 am
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The Big One Nine
This all felt very wrong. Not because of the party or anything, but because it all felt very silly to banish and lock away the key of all goddamn things. Thankfully he had enough things to keep him occupied throughout the morning; he slept in a grotesque amount, played some app games on his phone, checked his emails because he actually got those apparently, busted out the good ol' tape recorder for another entry.
He had just clicked the recorder off when Jamie called up the stairs, and he looked towards the door from his place on the floor. The messy mass of fish that had been congregated next to him also turned to look at the door, except they didn't have the option to join him downstairs for what would be a feast from heaven (in Shiloh's mind anyway, since he hadn't actually seen anything yet). "I'll try'n bring something back Tooths, don't worry." Whether or not Tooths was the actual name Jamie had given to this particular hellspawn was irreverent, as this creature had a mouth that went clear down the length of its body with all sorts of spiny teeth. It was a perfect alias.
"Alright! Alright." He meandered towards the top of the stairs and stretched luxuriously, almost feeling a little nervous at whatever weird ritual he'd have to go participate in downstairs. Last time he blew out candles he had probably been close to six or seven.
His eyes were peemptively covered with his hands when he walked into the kitchen, "Ollie turn up yet or what?" He asked as he bumped into the counter.
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