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

[wwistful]

[He makes a strange face at Cyrus. On the one hand, it's a scowl at being grunted at and for the implication that he was there with the intent to bother him. On the other hand, it was a face that was surprised not to have been dismissed right away.]

I'm not goin' to say happy birthday, don't worry.

[psiignlanguage]

[He gives a short nod, corner of his lip quirking into a slight smile before he sighs heavily, and sips his drink.]

Good man. Everyone ith acting like thith party ith to thelebrate my birthday or thomething equally as unfulfilling.

[And then he groans.]

Oh wait, that'th ekthactly what thith ith.