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[She gives him a light jab in the ribs.]

Down, boy.

u_u

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[He squirms, trying not to giggle.

Steph pls.]

Did I also hear something about a "birthday present" in there?

ftr I don't want that either

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Now you're either going crazy or lying.

[Or both.

She drums her fingers against his side, just teasing a little.]

you don't want my eyes?!?! that's a relief because i kind of need those

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[She better not tickle him, he swears to God...]

I dunno, I'm pretty sure — stop that — pretty sure I heard, "Hey, Saul, I am totally going to give you a great birthday present this year."

ofc I don't want your eyes they're practically useless

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[Okay she stopped.

Drumming her fingers against his side over his shirt, because she slips her hand underneath it, instead.]

That'd require you telling me when your birthday is, you know?

w o w

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[He will not give her the satisfaction of laughing. He refuses. This is not affecting him at all, he's just wriggling because... he has an itch. Yeah.]

Only if you tell me when yours is, too.

tell me I'm wrong

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[She takes pity on him after a few moments and just rests her hand against his hip.]

August 19.

[She doesn't really think about her birthday much, and probably wouldn't have mentioned it if no one asked, but since he did...]

no one told me not to stare at the sun as a child ok

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Same day as President Clinton.

[Of course Saul would know this.]

Mine's June third.

why does this not surprise me

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[thank]

Is that here or back home?

[Since she's sure they don't line up.]

\8D/

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Back home. I haven't bothered mathing out when my birthday here would be, but I didn't count this past June. It was too early.

[And he doesn't want to get older faster, thank you very much.]

What about you?

how are you alive

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[That earns a quiet chuckle. Of course he didn't want to count it.]

March nineteen. [And of course she knows the exact date.] Not too long before I'll have had two birthdays here.

[Which is just another reminder of how long she's been away from home.]

sheer force of will

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[RUDE.

He hums for a moment, thoughtful, then absently twirls a lock of her hair around his finger.]

You wanna do anything for it?

pffffff

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Not really, never really made a big deal out of birthday's.

[The few times she did celebrate her birthday, it was just a quiet night in with her mom and Tim and/or Cass.

And anyway, who knows where the hell they'll all be two months from now.]

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Me neither.

[This is only partly a lie; they were fun until he started going gray.]

If you change your mind...

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I won't.

[Probably not, at least.]

Can you not mention it to anyone? I don't want people to fuss.

[Or to feel like they have to get her something or do something. Saul's the first person she's told - aside from vague references she made to Peter and Max - and that's only because he asked.]

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Your secret's safe with me.

[And he means that. If she decides otherwise, he'll be happy to do whatever — but if she wants it kept under wraps and not made a big deal of, fine.

At least he knows now, so he can at least plan for something nice. Even if it's simple.]

Will you keep mine, too?

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Nah, I'm gonna throw you a surprise party.

[wait.......]

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Like hell you are.

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Why not?

[She sounds way too innocent.]

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[She is so

full

of crap.]

Because I said so, that's why.

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You're not the boss of me.

[said as she bumps her nose against his.]

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[WARNING

WARNING

DEFENSE SYSTEMS ARE FAILING]

Well, no, but...

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[she laughs]

Don't worry, I'm not that mean.

[or is she just lulling him into a false sense of security....]

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Mean? No. Sneaky? Yes.

[He presses his head back into the pillow, just so she can have a good look at how he's scowling.

(This is how: Halfheartedly. So much so that it fades to a smile in less than the span of a second.)]

I'd rather just spend it with you.

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I am pretty sneaky.

[Which is why she's drumming her fingers against his side again.]

And you're a sap.