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[the_prodigal_son]

It was my birthday on the first.

I think.

[That's it. That's all he has to say.

He doesn't even look that excited.]

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[the_prodigal_son]

[His brow furrows. That is not an answer he likes.

But he's still trying to figure out how to handle this information so for now she gets no audible response.]

[toycommander]

Got a name, birthday boy?

[the_prodigal_son]

[There's a long pause. He looks like he's trying to remember it. Though in truth he's trying to decided which one to give her. Finally he settles on:]

Jack.

[toycommander]

I'm Velma. Can't really offer a gift or anything, sorry.

[the_prodigal_son]

...That's okay.

[He's only ever gotten one present and it... it ended badly. It was not fun.

He pauses for a while.]

If you're right about the teachers, we should... do something.

[toycommander]

Yea, but I'm not sure I'm right yet. And besides, what could we do?

[the_prodigal_son]

...Kill them...?

[He regrets that the moment it comes out of his mouth. No Jack. This is the surface. Rapture logic does not apply here.]