October 31, 2018 · 7:18 PM
Tuesday, October 30th
@Alexandra Davidson
@Alexandra Davidson
For a man who often (sometimes purposefully) forgot his own birthday - which had been last week, thanks - he was sure good as selectively remembering other people's birthdays. People like Alex. The irony there was that their birthdays being so close was probably one of the biggest reasons he remembered it, and not some cheesy reason like he liked her enough to not forget it. Yeah. That.
He made sure she was going to be home by the time he got there. Planning special things was not really Dante's forte, at all, but he trudged up to his door with good intentions. Time had done a decent job of healing him from stressful nightmares about killing the woman, so it was nice to feel like things were mostly back to normal except now with clearer boundaries. He would come into their home with beer and a small cake, both to her taste, and a plastic bag that bulged with Taco Bell delicacies.
"Happy birthday to you," he crooned as he stepped inside, his voice deep and gravelly but absolutely devoid of musical talent. "Happy birthday to you." A booted foot knocked the creaky door closed behind him. "Happy birthday dear Aleeex." Her birthday loot was lowered onto the dingy, scratched up coffee table. "Happy birthday to youuuuu."
Wehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh