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It's been nearly a year since time stopped, freezing his friends in the town below, but Gil doesn't even know what day it is. Luckily, Bangladesh Dupree has his back and a cake. Written for day seven of Girl Genius Week 2018 (better late than never).
980 words | [PG]
Gil jerked away from his desk, nearly knocking his coffee onto the papers he’d been reading as Bangladesh Dupree deposited a cake in front of him. It listed to one side some and the creamy frosting was smeared on one corner where it looked like she’d helped herself to a taste. Oddest of all, twenty-three tiny, colorful candles stuck out of the top at various intervals with no discernible pattern.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a cake,” she said, plopping down in a chair across from him.
“I can see that. Why?”
She cocked her head. “What do you mean ‘why?’ It’s your birthday.”
Gil frowned. “Is it?” He had no idea what day it was. He pushed things around on his desk, looking for the calendar.
“Trust me,” Bang said with a laugh. She pulled a lighter from some hidden pocket and flipped it opened, eyes intent on the little flame.
His birthday? Already? The year had gone by so fast, and yet, dragged for eternity. Time, he’d learned, was funny that way.
“Well,” Bang said after a moment.
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