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

[psiignlanguage]

Not predictable, just that you've heavily implied some things by now.

[grandhighwizard]

[The big man closes the distance between them, so he's looming over Cy again, and raises his hand to draw his fingers along the younger man's jaw.] I'll be happy to surprise you, then. [His voice drops lower, almost gentle.]

Do remember to bring a cloak tonight.

[psiignlanguage]

[Cyrus just glances up at him as he gets closer, fingers lightly touching him. His lips quirk into a slight smile, albeit a curious one.]

What for?

[grandhighwizard]

You're a professor, Cyrus, you should know by now what cloaks are for. [Rhys teases, tilting the younger man's face up to his.]

[psiignlanguage]

[He shrugged somewhat, nearly laughing off the slightly smug sound to Rhys's voice as he speaks to him.]

If you say so.