gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild said:

“Hey!” She swatted at his hands, trying to wipe the bubbles off her hair before they were absorbed. “Are you going to help me brush it after if you do that?”

“Well, I suppose I can,” he replied, as if it was such a hardship, despite his already existent tendency to play with her hair.  “But first.”  He cupped his hands under the spray and dumped it over her head.

Summer sighed bemusedly and unclipped her hair, wiping at the water running over her face. Then she caught a handful of water of her own and splashed it up at him.

“It’s apparently the first time a Hollywood movie has been promoted there [at the Imperial Ancestral Temple in Beijing, China]. And the first time a westerner has been allowed to celebrate his birthday on the throne.“ (x)

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

I don’t know. Distract me? Science at me. I need — the more I think about it the worse it gets. I can’t sit still.

…How ‘bout we just take Sassy and Boris for a walk?  That’d probably help the whole ‘can’t sit still’ thing more than me rambling at you, and watching people react to an otter on a harness is usually good for a laugh.

*shakes her head sharply* No. No. I don’t want to be around people. I can’t be — the extra input — it would be too much. *speaks faster and faster and twitches under his hands* I would lose it. I think I’ve already lost it. I shouldn’t’ve bothered you. I should’ve just — by myself — I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild said:

Noooo … maybe. I don’t know? I feel wrong.

Sick wrong, or something-bad’s-going-on wrong?

The second one. Well, both. The second one makes the first one. I feel like I want to cry. Except there’s no reason.

*hugs her*  Anything I can do to help?

I don’t know. Distract me? Science at me. I need — the more I think about it the worse it gets. I can’t sit still.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

No, fine, okay.

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Last year you were dying, and your birthday was presumably weird because of it, I don’t know. Since you haven’t /had/ another birthday since then, how can you know it’s ‘just another day’?

I made you a cake.

Because it was three years ago, not last year, and I’ve kept it pretty quiet since then.  Things exploded; just ask Rhodey.  He helped.

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But cake is always welcome.

… dear gods, was the Expo really that long ago? I feel old now.

Forget my stupid and come have cake. And ice cream. And then you can tell me what you want for your birthday.