Dad's Birthday card
Yay! I’m done with my dad’s birthday present! In two days time, it’ll be his birthday! (Bento: The same goes to Daniel Radcliff, our Potter boy!) A partially finished parcel is making evil eyes on me, a gesture that screams, ‘FINISH US UP!’ It’s a present for my dear Arashina, last year’s and this year’s. I’ll leave it at that… *seething mist of doom* and there, lying innocently on my worktable, a blueprint for Aria’s gift for our oncoming get together.
Oh! Before I forgot, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BENTO! How does it feel to be a 73-ish? (Bento: Well, my child, at this age it doesn’t feel weird anymore to wear those bottle-bottom glasses anymore. It would’ve proved to be useful if I were to be an arsonist… See this ill-fitted denture? I was told it was brought down from generation to generation before it was handed down to me. Don’t make that faces, young lady, it just need some spit and polish and it will shine like new…and these hands, it’s straight-out from a horror film –with all the warts, calluses and what not, it’s a nightmare for sure. Hmm… maybe I should start planning on my funeral. There’s now limited space in the burial sanctuary and I would want a nice comfy coffin to settle in… Kidding. I’m just 23, I’m a young stud.) You wish, Ben. You wish…
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