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Room 322, Thursday Lunchtime
Jun. 11th, 2015 11:25 amAnders had never openly celebrated his birthday at the Circle. That would have been frivolous, and Maker knew apprentice mages weren't encouraged to be frivolous, or to do anything that separated one from his peers for a reason as arbitrary as the date of his birth.
But he'd always recognized it, all the same, if only to himself. (And occasionally with his friend Karl, who tended to indulge Anders' need to feel special.)
Last year, he'd been too confused by the new calendar to figure out which day lined up with 11 Justinian, and had passed from 15 to 16 without much notice. This year, he'd pieced it together, and was celebrating at his desk by eating a cupcake topped with a truly absurd amount of chocolate frosting as he paged through a guidebook to Delaware beaches. He was excited about the upcoming weekend away with Nathan.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
But he'd always recognized it, all the same, if only to himself. (And occasionally with his friend Karl, who tended to indulge Anders' need to feel special.)
Last year, he'd been too confused by the new calendar to figure out which day lined up with 11 Justinian, and had passed from 15 to 16 without much notice. This year, he'd pieced it together, and was celebrating at his desk by eating a cupcake topped with a truly absurd amount of chocolate frosting as he paged through a guidebook to Delaware beaches. He was excited about the upcoming weekend away with Nathan.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
