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[Today is a very special day, though it's not one Archer would have known about at all had Kimbley not told him. Three days ago. Needless to say, Archer's been pretty tense since then; he prefers knowing about important dates months in advance, so this has thrown him pretty badly.

He comes in tonight with a... sort of poorly wrapped present and a small clear container on top containing a cake. His first order of business is to set the cake and present down on the table and then retrieve two plates, two forks, and a knife.]

Kimbley? Where are you?

[He's asking as he's setting the plates and forks up properly.]

[Kimbley doesn't ever go far when he's in the apartment. It's not like he enjoys going out without Archer when he can avoid it, anyway. Sometimes he'll go off on his own at night, but usually? Archer is close by anyway.

That's why he doesn't even answer, just appears in the hallway.]

Right here.

What's that?

[...Is that a cake?]

[Archer turns to Kimbley with a smirk. He still can't manage to smile properly.]

Today's your birthday, isn't it? I thought we should celebrate.

[He gestures to one of the chairs and sits in the other one.]

[His ears flick back in surprise before Kimbley manages a smirk.]

I didn't realize you were the romantic type.

[But he sits down just the same, trying not to laugh.

They don't normally sit at this table anymore, pretending to be human.]

[Archer huffs and glances away, but he can't blush anymore so at least there's that.]

Do you want to eat the cake first or do you want to open the present first?

[The present is in a pretty large box and the wrapping is... uh, well it's pretty bad. Everything is covered and the top looks fine, but the sides and back have entirely too much tape on them. Look, he tried.]

We can eat the cake first.

[He reaches over, leaning forward, to touch the side of Archer's face with one of his strange padded hands.]

You're so cute when you're flustered.

[So obviously he's going to do his thing and make this so much worse.]

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I'm not cute and I'm not flustered.

[He practically pouts at that.]

I didn't get candles, so you'll just have to pretend to make a wish.

[That's sarcastic, of course. The candles are serious though; the last thing he wants to be reminded of is fire and he's sure Kimbley's the same way.]

[It's clear by his smirk that Kimbley disagrees, but he doesn't say anything. He just pulls back, sitting against the chair.]

I'm not sure I want any more wishes granted, anyway.

[Technically speaking, he doesn't regret his request of the Fourth God, but he and Archer also spent a long time unhappy with each other because of it. Not that it'll happen again, but you never know.]

[Archer nods, expression shifting into something neutral simply because he's not sure what to do with his face.

He moves to cut the cake into thin slices. There aren't very many slices, but it's not like they can eat very much human food anyway.]

Happy birthday, Kimbley. How old are you now?

[It's actually something he's been curious about for awhile now, but he never bothered to ask.]

Huh?

[He'd honestly been expecting Archer to have everything about him memorized, but after that brief surprise, Kimbley answers.]

Twenty-eight.

[...he's a lot younger than you, Archer.]

Twenty-eight?

[...Really? He always assumed Kimbley was older, but...

......................he's almost nine years older than this man.]

Ah, that's...

[Not something he should be focused on right now, obviously!!]

Ah, well, happy birthday. I hope you can at least get some enjoyment from that cake.

...is something wrong?

[Look, he's sort of figured that Archer likes younger men this entire time...

He doesn't want to dwell on it, though.]

I wasn't expecting anything for my birthday.

[That's probably meant to be a thank you.]

[He normally dates older men, um... Obviously he knew Kimbley was younger, but he was expecting 33 or something, not... that.]

No, no, nothing's wrong.

[He busies himself with the cake for a moment before glancing back up at Kimbley's statement. He smirks, though the expression is soft.]

Did you really think I would let such an occasion pass without celebrating? That said, you really should have told me sooner.

[To be honest, Kimbley wouldn't know what to do with being told he looks 33...

His age also makes it clear he was put in solitary when he was a teenager, um]

You really are a romantic guy. I had no idea.

[He sounds pleased.]

[Y-Yeah, he's not going to like that realization when it sets in...]

I'm not--!

[He cuts himself off though with a sigh. He's really bad at this, okay.]

Just open your present.

[Archer hands it over. Try not to judge him too hard about the wrapping paper. He tried.]

[Kimbley smirks, but he doesn't comment on the state of the wrapping paper. Probably because he'd be just as bad with it. He doesn't say anything until he pulls the jacket out of the box.]

A...Archer.

[He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but this wasn't it.]

I made sure it was a larger size; I know you prefer looser clothes and I figured...

[He fidgets and glances away.]

Well, if it doesn't fit I can always get you something else.

[He's a bit wary about the spikes, but hopefully it'll be big enough to fit over them! That jacket would be huge on Archer so it's probably fine!]

[He'd be red right now if he had a heartbeat. He feels awkward and flustered now despite himself and has to look away for a moment.]

I'm sure it's fine.

[He throws the jacket over his shoulders carefully, mindful of the spikes. He even zips that jacket up, though not all the way to his neck, looking incredibly pleased.]

This... this means a lot to me.

Ah, good, it does fit.

[Archer looks very pleased at that.]

I... Well, of course I had to get you something. It would just be rude otherwise.

[He's doing that weird looking-away thing again though, so he's obviously a little embarrassed. Archer has always found giving gifts to be difficult and he really didn't want to mess this up, so he's glad it worked out!]

You didn't have to get my anything. I didn't expect any presents.

Of course I did. That's what you do for someone's birthday.

[How else do you express that you really care about them??]

Besides, I wanted to get something for you.

[Kimbley gives an awkward almost-smile, adjusting the sleeves of the jacket so they don't fall over his hands.]

I appreciate it. This is comfortable.

[He smirks, looking faintly awkward as he says:]

You realize this means I need to get something for you, right? Unless I've missed your birthday this year.

[He smirks at that, though the expression is almost shy.]

You haven't, but you'll have to wait a little while. My birthday is September 15th.

[Kimbley's expression is soft, especially for him.]

Do you want a cake?

[.....]

Bet you I could find some cape that constantly makes it look like you're brooding when you wear it.

[It's a very cute expression-- but that statement isn't cute at all!!]

Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I need to be a stereotype!

[UGH!!]

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