...And I wish you a very merry Birthday.
(/he leaves a small package in front of the store, along with an envelope. Before walking away, he casts a glance at the building, all the shared memories with Kris rushing back to him, a faint chuckle falling from his lips as he shake his head and turns to walk away)
I honestly don't know what to say to you. Because it's not like we're great friends. Best friends that share everything with each other, friends that even occasionally say hi. Hell, I don't even know if we can even stand the sight of one another. But, //BUT//. What I do know is that....I appreciate you. Regardless of the shit that's went down between us, the constant bickering, the put downs, you are probably one of the only things in my life that's been constant. God, now that I think back to the times we've had, I can't stop laughing. REMEMBER THE TIME WITH THE DILDO. AND THE TYPOS. ...fuck. Yibottom, Yifucker, Yifagt, Yi---You are a good person. You're really tolerant I have to give you that---and well though you suck at insults, they're not that bad. You just need a whole lot of work ((and a prayer circle)). Uhh, I don't know how to be sappy....and you must be wondering more about the camera than what i have to say. JUST FYI, IT'S NOT THAT I BOUGHT YOU A CAMERA FOR YOU TO TAKE NUDES WITH. I bouGHT IT BECAUSE. Life--you see, life is short. And I strongly believe that we should enjoy every moment of it, so here you are. Record all your precious memories. Have fun. Enjoy your cake. Jus---don't change, aight?
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His eyes widen at the note and gift, and a smile automatically appears on his face. It's sweet, but still has the snarkiness that he can only expect from that little fucker that had been there since the very beginning, and yet still cared enough to acknowledge his existence. This was special, very special and he couldn't do anything but nod and write something of his own, making a mental note to slip it to him once they have their usual exchange of verbal and physical abuse.
My favorite twelve-year-old,
Thank you. Honestly, thank you. I am not one for celebrating my birthday, but I really feel happy to receive such a gift. It's funny, as much as we claim to hate each other, I can't help but think that you act as one of the dearest friends that I've ever had.
Life really is short. It's too short for dwelling on sadness. And that's something that I've done for too long, especially today. I think we can connect with each other there, you've struggled just as much as I have, if not more. So you have my utmost respect.
And with that said, this doesn't change anything. I'm still waiting on the day where we'll finally fight each other.
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