"If I pretend they threw the festival for me, this is the first birthday party I've ever had where everybody maybe kinda liked me and wasn't around because I like... Have a pool and illicit substances." He admits with a chuckle, that builds into a laugh as Sissy shoves him. "Okay, okay, I'm going, Hot cocoa, slice of pie, pickled something, I got the checklist." He sets a kiss on her forehead. "Love you. Back soon." And then he's off, the trail of his leather coat dragging the ground slightly, smudged visage of The Crow painted over his features already a little messed from his bandmates insisting on touching his face and time spent simply idling with Sissy around the stalls.
It's snacks he's been sent to retrieve when he stumbles into somebody else. "Shit, bro I'm sor-" He realizes, after a moment, that 'Bro' was an apt descriptor, because for all his concerted effort to avoid him- he'd smacked headlong into... Felix. "Oh. Hey, Felix uh." He sighs. "Yep, just as awkward as I was expecting it to be- uh, hey, if you're gonna like... tell me to fuck myself and die or something like most everybody back home wants to can we go somewhere away from people? I'm trying really, really hard to not cause any more scenes ever again if I can help it."
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