[ It's really hard to believe that the day has begun and there's no dramatic event making itself known on the horizon. Boa has barely slept the night, shaken between what the date means to him versus what it means to Mitsuru. A year... a year since that godawful day of being stoned to death. Boa had gotten up before dawn in the end, giving up on rest and instead channeling his restless energy into productivity.
Productivity means making a birthday cake.
Birthday cake means... it's a cake mix, but there are 13 candles and anyway, he's never really baked before, so IT COUNTS.
Mitsuru will find those lit in the kitchen as soon as he exits his room, because Boa let himself in. ]
7/7/19
Productivity means making a birthday cake.
Birthday cake means... it's a cake mix, but there are 13 candles and anyway, he's never really baked before, so IT COUNTS.
Mitsuru will find those lit in the kitchen as soon as he exits his room, because Boa let himself in. ]