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[despairing_hope]

[It was a very simple message, a simple question simply written.]

How do you feel about birthdays?

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[despairing_hope]

If they picked a day, then that day is all that matters. It might even be more important than if you did know the random time you became alive.

[It felt like it had more meaning at least, and wasn't generic like just counting with the turn of the year. Not that new years wasn't a perfectly good birthday....]

Thank you.

[attheclocktower]

Yeah... I guess so.

[ It still feels kind of weird, since her family didn't pick any significant day. But maybe that's why it was significant, because they picked it. ]

November 18th, that was the day they picked.

[ .... that being said, it isn't just the message that will be waiting for him next time he comes back to the rock to check the messages. Aster himself will be waiting. For him, specifically, given that she stands up when she sees him. ]

Hey.

[despairing_hope]

[He was surprised to see her waiting, people usually left a message and then left, checking back some time later. Still, he couldn't help but smile and raise a hand.]

Hello.

[attheclocktower]

Um. I have something for you, for your birthday. I know it's not a lot, but...

[ She holds her hand out. Inside it is a seashell. Glowing, glittering, almost impossibly so. And yet it very much is a real seashell.

It's a very sentimental gift, and if he's not one for birthdays he might not be for something like this but... Well. She can hope. ]