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[ alois sits a little straighter. actually, his shoulders are very tight, and he's folded his legs up underneath himself. it's really sad, isn't it? at least alois has the option to hate birthdays, but he knows they're typically supposed to be joyous, celebrated occasions.
just because he's unusual (for his own reasons) about it, doesn't mean others should hate their birthdays. or, even worse, not have one at all. —well, not that, but to not know it.
he wonders if it's painful for ribbons. ]
You don't know your— [ he catches himself. surely, repeating what's been said isn't going to help. a little unspoken beat passes; alois draws his knees up to his chest to put his chin on them. ] Did the two of you celebrate it, then?