[ throughout the week, flat does his best to keep a secret from waver. it’s difficult, considering how sharp his professor’s eyes and judgement are, but that doesn’t deter him.
it’s on the midnight of whatever equivalent of 10/3 there is in this bizarre world, that waver will find out what he was hiding.
it’s a small box on the kitchen table, wrapped neatly in wrapping paper. on it, there’s a note, written in flat’s characteristic handwriting.
Happy Birthday, Professor! Thank you for your patience and love.
[ on the back there is also some writing. ]
Mr. Daigo and Mrs. Konoha helped too :)
[ when he opens the box, he’ll see… it’s a small, vanilla cake with frosting. nothing special, nothing weird about it. it is just a homemade cake.
in the meantime, feeling like he’s done a job well done, flat snoozes. ]
Padding into the kitchen at midnight, cat at his heels, and following his nose a little like his other student and son, Waver comes across the box on the table. The wrapping paper is neat, the folded note a little less so, and Waver feels his eyes begin to prickle with warmth as he slowly smoothes the creases out of the paper.
Flat didn't have to go so far.
His birthday is just another day. That's the way it's always been.
But...
Carefully, he unwraps the present, taking care to not tear the paper. It's a normal frosted cake inside. Sweet smelling, with a hint of vanilla, and no hints of anything that might not belong in baked goods like dill pickle or grainy mustard. Pulling that off must have been equivalent of a labor of myth for everyone involved.
Waver fetches a fork.
There's no cake to be seen after twenty minutes. Just crumbs.
And in the morning, nursing a strong cup of coffee, Waver waits for Flat to get out of bed with a quiet, contented expression on his face.]
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Date: 2021-10-03 03:10 pm (UTC)From:it’s on the midnight of whatever equivalent of 10/3 there is in this bizarre world, that waver will find out what he was hiding.
it’s a small box on the kitchen table, wrapped neatly in wrapping paper. on it, there’s a note, written in flat’s characteristic handwriting.
Happy Birthday, Professor! Thank you for your patience and love.
[ on the back there is also some writing. ]
Mr. Daigo and Mrs. Konoha helped too :)
[ when he opens the box, he’ll see… it’s a small, vanilla cake with frosting. nothing special, nothing weird about it. it is just a homemade cake.
in the meantime, feeling like he’s done a job well done, flat snoozes. ]
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Date: 2021-10-04 05:57 am (UTC)From:Padding into the kitchen at midnight, cat at his heels, and following his nose a little like his other student and son, Waver comes across the box on the table. The wrapping paper is neat, the folded note a little less so, and Waver feels his eyes begin to prickle with warmth as he slowly smoothes the creases out of the paper.
Flat didn't have to go so far.
His birthday is just another day. That's the way it's always been.
But...
Carefully, he unwraps the present, taking care to not tear the paper. It's a normal frosted cake inside. Sweet smelling, with a hint of vanilla, and no hints of anything that might not belong in baked goods like dill pickle or grainy mustard. Pulling that off must have been equivalent of a labor of myth for everyone involved.
Waver fetches a fork.
There's no cake to be seen after twenty minutes. Just crumbs.
And in the morning, nursing a strong cup of coffee, Waver waits for Flat to get out of bed with a quiet, contented expression on his face.]
Thank you. That was a very tasty cake, Flat.