[He had to admit, there was something very surreal about this. For most of his life things like this didn't go ignored, but celebrations were very quiet and understated in the Kakyoin household. (That was just how it went with a family of generally reserved people.) But the past three birthdays stuck in his mind for a number of reasons, each of them with vivid details]
[His seventeenth birthday had been with his parents, spent planning a short vacation to Cairo partially for his father's research. His mother had wanted to go back to a point on the Nile; she'd seemed to enjoy the view of it at night. Kakyoin himself had agreed with that; he used to think Egypt at night was a sight to behold. But the less said about the events that came in the following weeks, the better.]
[His eighteenth had been better if unexpected; he'd spent it in Spiral, made a cake for himself and the three others that lived there at the time. Diarmuid had given him a jar of cherries by sheer coincidence--he still wondered if the ribbon tied around it had been the city itself at work somehow. But other than the small number of them living in the school, he'd been--he'd felt completely alone.]
[His nineteenth...]
[A lot had happened in a year, hadn't it? He had a place here, with both his closest friends from home and so many more he'd been lucky enough to meet here. He had friends. Friends that cared enough to go to all this trouble, to give him something genuinely thoughtful and-]
[...hm. His vision had gone blurry for a second or two, and Kakyoin hurriedly swiped the back of his hand across his eyes to fix that.]
[Eventually, mid-morning or early afternoon of the 26th he'd make his way down to the kitchen, because yes he absolutely wanted that cake. And also:]
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Date: 2016-07-26 03:43 am (UTC)[His seventeenth birthday had been with his parents, spent planning a short vacation to Cairo partially for his father's research. His mother had wanted to go back to a point on the Nile; she'd seemed to enjoy the view of it at night. Kakyoin himself had agreed with that; he used to think Egypt at night was a sight to behold. But the less said about the events that came in the following weeks, the better.]
[His eighteenth had been better if unexpected; he'd spent it in Spiral, made a cake for himself and the three others that lived there at the time. Diarmuid had given him a jar of cherries by sheer coincidence--he still wondered if the ribbon tied around it had been the city itself at work somehow. But other than the small number of them living in the school, he'd been--he'd felt completely alone.]
[His nineteenth...]
[A lot had happened in a year, hadn't it? He had a place here, with both his closest friends from home and so many more he'd been lucky enough to meet here. He had friends. Friends that cared enough to go to all this trouble, to give him something genuinely thoughtful and-]
[...hm. His vision had gone blurry for a second or two, and Kakyoin hurriedly swiped the back of his hand across his eyes to fix that.]
[Eventually, mid-morning or early afternoon of the 26th he'd make his way down to the kitchen, because yes he absolutely wanted that cake. And also:]
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