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[garou]

[ Derek? Looks pissed. Granted, this isn't exactly unusual, but it's a more genuine expression of anger, this time. He's holding up a fairly generic card that says 'Happy Birthday' on it, between two fingers as though it's contracted the plague and will infect him if he touches it too much. ] Who sent this.

[ It's not a request for someone to tell him. It's an order. ]

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[stilestilinski]

...it's your birthday?

[garou]

[stilestilinski]

Do you want a present?

[duckface]

Oh, c'mon. Like nobody ever sent you a birthday card before.

[garou]

No. I want to know who sent this card.

[garou]

Everyone who knows it's my birthday today is dead.

[duckface]

I bet your parole office knows.

[garou]

I don't have one of those. Exonerated.

[stilestilinski]

Wasn't me.

Happy birthday by the way, I guess?

[duckface]

Well, you must've told Allison or something.

[garou]

I gathered. [ Long, long, long pause. ]

Thanks.

[garou]

Why would I have told Allison?

[duckface]

How else would I have known?

[garou]

What are you talking about?

[duckface]

I sent it.

[garou]

[ S T A R E ] Why did you send me a birthday card.

[duckface]

I don't know, I guess I thought it would be funny. Why are you being such a spaz?

[garou]

Like I said. Everyone who knows about my birthday is dead. It's not funny.

[duckface]

And like I said, obviously not, since someone told me.

[garou]

That's impossible.

[duckface]

Okay, then I had a 1/365 chance of guessing your birthday right and I got it. You are the least deserving person of anything nice, so who knows why I even bothered.

[stilestilinski]

[ Stiles pauses a while too. ]

You uh, want a cake or anything?

[garou]

No.

[garou]

Those aren't normal odds. [ what are you ]

[duckface]

What an astute observation.