#birthday2k22

[finwalker]

Finn,

Happy Birthday! Figured it'd about time you had a something to ghost hunt with so use it well.

Love,

Bridget

(gift includes a laser grid light and a EMF reader)

If you don't see me again the rest of the day, I'll be hunting ghosts!

[hopegained]

“Shut up and eat your cake.” ( Anakin )

@percentstardust | birthday! | accepting

A simple 'what is this for' wouldn't have been out of the ordinary to ask, would it? He was left dumbfounded for a brief moment, quietly guessing the older man's thoughts, though he gave up and took a piece of the cream-covered cake before Anakin suspected anything, "Uh, okay. Thanks, Grandpa."

[hopegained]

“Don’t go in there!” / from sister 😂

@intombed | birthday! | accepting

"...I can't go to my own room, now?" he raised a brow, already half-turned towards the hallway to his quarters before his tracks were overtaken by her frame, "Everything alright? You've kinda been on edge today." Quick to press the palm of his hand against her forehead, he paused for a few seconds, "Feels normal to me. Something happened?"

[hopegained]

“I want you to have the best birthday ever!”

@datapadz | birthday! | accepting

"That's... not necessary." Those big, sparkly eyes of hers were working hard to repel any reluctance he had left in him. Predictable was the complete opposite of whatever she had going on and he'd be damned if he didn't try harder. "I forgot it was today. It's fine," he waved off the offer, "You don't gotta do anything. Seriously."

[hopegained]

@storiedocs: ((Storiedocs Rishyet—I know we’ve only chatted but we gotta fix that lol)) A little potted plant with a neat ribbon tied around the container. The note reads: “This medicinal herb is good for electric and plasma burns. I hear those are occupational hazards for you. Just rub the gel from the leaf on the wound and it will do the rest. From Doctor Sang. P.S. Care directions on reverse side.” birthday! | accepting

It definitely wasn't there on the desk when he entered the armory an hour ago and it wouldn't be where someone would just misplace a plant—rather nice to look at, he couldn't lie. One hand picking it up, he moved the pot closer to his face, only then noticing a note attached to the ribbon.

Of course.

He let out a soft snort, flipping the note over and giving the handwritten guide a quick scan. Nothing too complicated; doable, even with his constant disappearing and reappearing from one mission to another. Next time he'd end up in the med-bay, he'd give the doc his thanks. At least now his workstation wouldn't seem so dull.