In His Own Image: Interlude 1
August 18, 2007:
Happy Birthday to You
Lament's fingers slid over the chromium frame for a moment. It had been expensive, but the joke—which he knew wouldn't be laughed at—was worth it. His first failure for a final hurrah. He let a slight smirk slip over his lips, looking down at the picture, at the smile that looked almost abnormal, and laughed.
Lament wanted to think 'The look on his face…' or something similarly reflective, but he knew that it would be the same as it always was. Blank. Calculating.
He pulled out the wrapping paper, and slowly began folding it around the picture with a half smile, humming happy birthday.
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