y-yes.... that'd be.. nice. ( he's clearing his throat, laughing, embarrassed. but also touched. it's just so foreign- all this attention. the nice kind. ) we should take louis with us too. he would want to see it.
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it tastes... just like home. thank you, florian. ( he's not going to tear up. nope. nope, he won't. he definitely is. )
thank you!! thank you! louis made me get out of bed today.
happy birthday, mister czernin! i hope you have the greatest day. ^_^
( this is already too much. three people remembered!!! he feels like fainting. ) thank you, all of you... this is... it's a lot. thank you.
happy birthday, matthias! (* ´ ▽ ` *)
⠀ ⠀⠀Happy birthday Matthias .ᐟ ⠀⠀(..//ᴗ◝..) ⠀
uh... not. not really. ( why would he ever think matthias has friends? ) i'm free.
i didn't leave my room. but i heard it. ( scary. good for her, but scary. it took hours convincing louis not to run off and investigate. ) you're right. i don't talk to people. they don't even know.
yes.... seems like everyone's birthday is in may. but i guess i'm the last. as always. ( matthias has been avoiding all of those parties. too many people make him uncomfortable. and he knows himself- as soon as he starts drinking, it won't end well. ) i don't want a party, i hope +
( the corners of his mouth twitch, blinking away the tears that form. he can't help it- this is the first time in years anyone besides louis has remembered. of course, he pretends he didn't see the little something in the grave keepers hands. ) i always get confused too. with the days, i mean..
no no no no please! i'm so... so honored you even remembered i have one. thank you, andrew. you are very kind.
o-oh! it's not-... it's... tomorrow...
( he isn't protesting, nor moving. matthias is just letting it happen. it feels better than the false niceties born out of pity from anyone else. if they would know his insides, they would stop putting effort into trying to remain polite as well. he blinks a few times, one hand reaching +
With you ? No . . . No not in the slightest . . . ( * However , he is done looking at this face . Any closer , then he may wish to do a little more damage . And , that will not do . Not yet anyway , No . There will be time for all CONT.
... ( he's right. it was agony. it still is agony. sometimes the stitches get loose, the eye socket needs to get cleaned regularly, or else it starts leaking. it is all very disgusting and sometimes matthias simply isn't strong enough to take care of his own body, which usually results +
Obviously . But if that be the case , then your face wouldn't be so intriguing , ( * As hideous as it is , on the contrary , it's pleasingly so . Joseph does love the Macabre , how it presents the bleeding worlds of life and death . This man CONT.
i'm so- ( biting his tongue to prevent himself from apologizing once more, matthias winces. he knows this is the truth; that he / is / hideous and anyone who claims the opposite is simply lying to make him feel better. it is always the same, they see how horribly +
Don't tell me what to do , I do not care if you are riddled with , Festering maggots . . . ( * nails drag upwards as he brushes away the hair , clicking his tongue at the sight of his eye . ) May as well be , what a hideous thing to CONT.
( his eye widens, staring up at the photographer with absolute disbelief. he can't touch him. he's filthy. ) you-... ( talking proves to be especially difficult when his throat feels as if a noose is snaked around. he swallows, chapped lips opening and closing until he finally +
Oh please , enough with your apologizing , goodness . . . ( * A hand reaches out to cup his cheek and lifts it up to look at him . ) Normally I'd perhaps be offended but , I can see you are being truthful .
( great. he embarrassed himself again. today is not today, actually, there never is a good day. head falls forward, one hand rubs over his face, brushing the hair forward to hide. ) ... i'm sorry. ( what else is he supposed to say? his skin itches. he wants to crawl out of it. )
( * A hand covers his mouth as he bursts out into laughter , slightly wide eyed . ) Grapes ? Hahaha ! My god , have you gone mad in the head ?
you smell of grapes, monsieur. very sweet.
And what do I smell like , Puppeteer .
i really don't feel worthy looking at you.
Sure you were .
// violetta is so cute i'm ripping all of my hair out
( reaches up to tuck a little flower behind his ear. ) good! ( and off she goes... )