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You may come to regret offering, Frisk. Who knows what Sans has up his sleeve?

[If it's another visual pun like the b's, they're gonna scream.]

Nonetheless! How refreshing to see you so eager to embrace consequences. Look at you, growing up so fast.

Do we still count as twelve when we've lived through...how many timelines now?

[Is Chara technically twelve? They've never said. They just kind of looked approximately Frisk's age, and if Chara can't remember their birthday, well shoot Frisk will just have to pick a day out for them.]

[* Chara looks... a little confused.

For someone who defines themselves by numbers, they threw time away very quickly. Age is irrelevant when you're not like other kids, Chara, so mature for your age, ready for the things grown-ups do. Why bother scrounging for an age, anyway, if you're only going to get "you're not a kid?"]

That... depends, I suppose? Does it count as getting older if you haven't actually aged?

["Technically a lot older than 12," Frisk tells them, and though they still don't really know how many years passed between their death and reincarnation, they accept it. They must be an adult by now, right? They've had so much practice acting like one.]

...You aren't going to age here, either. Dipper told me. Are you still going to turn thirteen if you're twelve on the outside?

Well, we might be twelve on the outside, but we're not really on the inside, are we?

[If you add up all the time from previous timelines and put it all together, you get...a lot. A very lot.]

Do you remember your birthday, or anything?

Not in the slightest. Why would I celebrate being born?

[Existing. Surviving for one more year, despite everything. They didn't really feel like achievements.

They had something better to celebrate, anyway. A calendar in New Home, a single date circled.]

My clock has already stopped, anyway. I won't really be thirteen no matter what world I'm in. I'm not even sure I actually did make it to twelve.

[They shrug.]

Why not tell me yours, instead?

It's in May, I think.

[They shrug. They never had much cause to celebrate it anyway.]

If you don't remember, then can I pick a day for you?

[Frisk seems positively delighted at the prospect. They could have the same birthday as Frisk - twins! - or the date the fell Underground, because that was like the first day they really felt like they were at Home, kind of? It's easier to shuffle aside all that talk of death with the prospect of a birthday.]

You think?

[They echo, even if it's blatantly ridiculous to get on someone's case for not having an exact date when you've already buried your own birthdate utterly.

And they. They definitely don't wonder what month it is here, they definitely don't think maybe they should actually start keeping track of what day it is and how much time has passed. Because they have absolutely decided not to care about how much time they have left to figure out the exact date, because it does not even matter.]

I told you, there's nothing to celebrate. My time's ended. I'm never getting older.

[They announce it sharply and quickly, but... they know their partner, at least a little bit. They know what an endless fountain of sap they are capable of being. Power of friendship and anime, so on and so forth.]

...But I'm not going to be able to stop you from picking something, am I?

Nope!

[Besides, they can pick a date together. That's much more fun, isn't it?]

We can be twins like everyone keeps saying! Or, or you could pick the date you ended up Underground, like that's your actual birthday!

[It's too late. Frisk is in their element.]

You're such a dork.

[They bury their face in their pillow, because this whole thing is just stupid and sappy and there is literally no point to the entire concept of birthdays. There's no point!]

Let's... let's be... twins. I guess.

[It's muffled by their pillow, and kind of mumbled. No point. But if they have the same day, then Chara can shove it all off onto Frisk, sort of... sort of duck behind their partner. Anyway, that's fair. Frisk already knows the date Chara fell, but Chara doesn't know when this uncertain date sometime in May, they think, even is. This way, they get to find out, at least.

Not. Not that they really want to know or care. Just to satisfy their curiosity, is all. Just a passing, unimportant whim.]

Oh, come on! When's the last time you celebrated your birthday, anyway?

[Chara you are going to have fun and enjoy that special day if Frisk has to force it out of you. Fun, darn it!]

Birthdays can be fun, you know. They're supposed to be!

Never. I willed myself into existence, fully grown, at age 217.

[Also mumbled, flatly, into a pillow.]

Unfortunately, I forgot to include the capacity for fun into my cunning design. It's impossible. Alas. Too bad.

[Frisk giggles as they look at Chara, faceplanted into their bed.]

Liar.

[But they say it fondly, without any bite whatsoever.]

[They lift their head and stick their tongue out at Frisk.

...Even they can realize how childish they're being. They stop, they... they laugh a little, quietly, sort of to themselves.]

Just. Tell me when it's... our? When it's our birthday. Then I guess we'll just have to see how fun these birthday things can allegedly be.

[Frisk grins widely as they roll onto their own bed, look at the spot in the wall where a calendar might hang.]

I'll mark it on the calendar.

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