A very merry-un-birthday.

[psiignlanguage]

Who: Cyrus Onikous + YOU
Tone: Festive. Unfortunately festive.
Rating: VARIES. Depends on the character.
When: Late Afternoon/Evening of May 16th
Where: TBD? Depends if you're going to the awkward party of seeing him in the halls, or class, or what have you.
What: Cyrus is 32. Cyrus is not happy about this. Someone decided to throw him a birthday party. Cyrus decides to sob and drink away his sorrows because NOPE. HE IS NOT GOING TO BE CELEBRATING GETTING OLDER.



[Cyrus was not happy. No. Not happy at all. He dreaded May 16th with a passion, each year since he was in his fifth year at Hogwarts. A less than stellar party was planned, and less than stellar shenanigans ensued, and since then? Birthdays were a curse to the Greek rune-o-phile. So, he'll just be skulking around, most likely prepared to become very frustrated or chew you out for wishing him a happy birthday. Go on. Do it. Celebrate his birthday. It'll be funny.]

Comments

[animalmagnetism]

[And Peter looks slightly confused at the response.]

Why is it awful? Good weather and happy students. No explosions that I'm aware of!

Did your classes go poorly?

[psiignlanguage]

[He sighs, bringing a hand to his face to rub at the bridge of his nose.]

Peter, how old are you again? Your twenties, right?

[animalmagnetism]

I'm twenty-- [He pauses and then laughs at himself.] Twenty one now! I can't believe I forgot! The excitement of moving in and starting a new job I guess.

Why are you asking?

[psiignlanguage]

When you hit your thirties, you will understand my exasperation as to why, on this ironically pleasant day, I'm wallowing in self-hatred for the time being.

[And he tries to flash a smile, but it's strained, and altogether uneasy.]