exsilium | 006 ☣ voice (backdated to yesterday)

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I still don't get what the point of birthdays are. They're just another year gone by. They're just like any other day.

Why's that?

[She looks over at him curiously.]

[ Conner looks away, eyes lowering to his lap. Anytime he thinks about celebrating, he thinks of Artemis. ]

It's not right, not this time.

[M'gann leans over, her head resting on his shoulder.]

She wouldn't want us to think that way.

It's hard not to.

[ His arm comes down to wrap around her shoulder, pulling her in to tuck against his side. ]

I know.

[Of course she makes no protest when he does this.]

We should still try to do something, though.

There's not much to do around here.

[ Conner looks over her head to the window across the main sitting room. ]

We have exhausted a lot of things. Hm.

[After a moment's pause, she makes a suggestion, rather offhandedly.]

Have you checked the fridge recently?

[ He then glances down at her before glancing over at the kitchen. ]

Not recently, no. Why, are we in need of a food run?

[Conner simply receives a look. She's expecting you to do it, broski.]