audio; un: adagium

[profanation]

[ There is the sound of a party horn. ]

[ That's it. That's the entry. Aren't you glad you clicked? ]

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[profanation]

Mind your business, nephew mine.

[lucere]

[ Nephew!? Thank goodness he's not talking with this wretch over video cause Regis' expression is absolutely priceless. ]

It's rather difficult for me to mind said business when you publicly advertise this auspicious day to us all.

So tell me, how do you plan to celebrate it? Surely you have something in mind.

Let us hope it won't be disastrous.

[profanation]

Well, let me see.

What would a man whose every birthday was a national holiday suggest to a man who's very existence was a dirty little secret? :)

[lucere]

[ Oh, that stings. That stings quite a bit considering Regis recognizes exactly what Somnus had done to his brother. That's why Regis' reply contains a little less sass but Ardyn shouldn't mistake this for forgiveness. Understanding, maybe. ]

A party. A grand party to celebrate all of the birthdays missed throughout the years and so much more. If all goes as fate has foretold, this will be the last birthday you celebrate.

[profanation]

What is it the youngsters say?
Ah yes.
Here's hopin'.

[lucere]

Youngsters?

[ Really now, Ardyn. He doesn't know whether to take offense or not at this point. ]

Nevertheless, you should at least try to enjoy yourself however you may. Though, I certainly hope such celebration won't turn...violent.

[profanation]

Why ever on this prismatic earth do you assume that I would be raucous?
Do I have a rowdy disposition?
Have I given anyone an indication that I would be a no-good, down and dirty, one hundred percent belligerent fellow at all during my stay here?