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IRIS MESSAGE - MARCH 24, AFTER DINNER
[Finally. Finally, he's got it, and he's so excited about this. At least, the cake part. (Thanks, Jehan.)
There's a part of turning 18 that scares the everloving crap out of Gabriel, especially being here, of all places, but he's not going to think about that right now. No. Right now, he's going to think about how freaking great this cake is going to be.
But first he's got a little matter to settle of who he's going to share his birthday cake with. He sends out an IM, the giant cake very visible in the rainbow.]
Really, guys? You're gonna let me sit up here by myself and eat the whole thing? By myself? Really, guys?
[He's teasing, of course. That was his idea of an invitation.]
There's a part of turning 18 that scares the everloving crap out of Gabriel, especially being here, of all places, but he's not going to think about that right now. No. Right now, he's going to think about how freaking great this cake is going to be.
But first he's got a little matter to settle of who he's going to share his birthday cake with. He sends out an IM, the giant cake very visible in the rainbow.]
Really, guys? You're gonna let me sit up here by myself and eat the whole thing? By myself? Really, guys?
[He's teasing, of course. That was his idea of an invitation.]
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Do you really want me to sing for you?
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Why not? Though it's your birthday, so I should probably be the one singing to you.
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And that scares him, but Gabriel's not sure whether to run or to just ignore the fear.]
Y'know, I was gonna say that myself.
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Alright. Whatcha wanna hear?
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I don't know. You sing something and I'll...maybe I'll rock it with ya, if I feel up to it.
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Oh come on. It's your birthday. Choose what I'm gonna serenade you with.
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We're singing Pink Floyd. Go.
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So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
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Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change - and did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage??
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How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
And how we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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You don't have a bad voice, y'know.
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