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.]

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[animalmagnetism]

[Peter is happy! As much because he always is as anything else though. He's walking down the halls with a bounce in his step and a tune carelessly on his lips.

At least until he sees Cyrus. The tune dies as he grins, very very brightly. He hasn't gotten a chance to talk to the other teacher much at all yet. Here one is.]

Afternoon! Great day isn't it?

[wwistful]

[Murdoc decided it would be in poor form not to attend. He sees the grumpy looking Cyrus off to the side and decides now would be a good time to wish him well. Pity he's never been particularly good at reading social cues.]

Cyrus. [Nod.]

[grandhighwizard]

[Rhys has only come to this farce of a party because he thinks it might bother Sal and Di. He's not actually much for large celebrations like this, or at least ones where he has no control over the festivities. Besides, it'll probably make Cyrus uncomfortable, too, and that's always an enjoyable sight - the Greek thrown off but yet another completely ordinary event.

So the big man lurks, and when he sees his moment, he attacks. His moment being a time when Cy is talking to several other people - Rhys steps up behind him and slides a hand familiarly over the Runes professor's hip, smiling pleasantly at the other people talking to the Greek as he leans in to murmur softly in the smaller man's ear]

Wouldn't you rather be somewhere else, with my prick shoved up you to make you sing for me? Or I suppose we could just duck under one of these tables.