Happy UNBIRTHDAY or Congratulations on an un-wriggling day

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Sollux is standing in a room, sulking.



Why is he sulking this time? Simple. There's a sign hanging above him that declares in big red and blue letters
"Congratulations on your unwriggling day Sollux"
for some reason. Today is not his wriggling day, it's not even close to his wriggling day, and he has no idea what an unwriggling day is. It isn't his wriggling day and it hasn't even been one Earth year since he turned 13. There is no reason to throw a party. And yet, someone has decided to do just that.

The walls are decorated with pictures of young larval and caterpillars, some of which are hard to tell from each other. There's a large table decorated with weird hats of all kinds and teas. Mice scurry around and an odd children's song is playing sporadically, which only seems to irritate the young troll further. On the large table are singing and dancing dishware. Scattered around are teacups large enough to be chairs, some with actual cushions in them, and teapots large enough to be couches. A large saucer seems to be serving as a door for some reason. Of course, in the middle of all this is something that will probably look familiar to all but the trolls. A white rabbit in a ridiculous outfit holding a rather large watch is bounding around, trying to find the exit. He keeps repeating that he's late.

What seems to be annoying him most is his outfit, though. He's in a long blue dress with an apron on it, which he is currently deciding if he wants to rip it up or burn it. "What iin gog2 name ii2 thii2 2tupiid party about and why mu2t ii wear thii2 mon2tro2iity to attend?"

Happy UNBIRTHDAY or Congratulations on an un-wriggling day

[twinarmaeddons.livejournal.com]

Sollux is standing in a room, sulking.



Why is he sulking this time? Simple. There's a sign hanging above him that declares in big red and blue letters
"Congratulations on your unwriggling day Sollux"
for some reason. Today is not his wriggling day, it's not even close to his wriggling day, and he has no idea what an unwriggling day is. It isn't his wriggling day and it hasn't even been one Earth year since he turned 13. There is no reason to throw a party. And yet, someone has decided to do just that.

The walls are decorated with pictures of young larval and caterpillars, some of which are hard to tell from each other. There's a large table decorated with weird hats of all kinds and teas. Mice scurry around and an odd children's song is playing sporadically, which only seems to irritate the young troll further. On the large table are singing and dancing dishware. Scattered around are teacups large enough to be chairs, some with actual cushions in them, and teapots large enough to be couches. A large saucer seems to be serving as a door for some reason. Of course, in the middle of all this is something that will probably look familiar to all but the trolls. A white rabbit in a ridiculous outfit holding a rather large watch is bounding around, trying to find the exit. He keeps repeating that he's late.

What seems to be annoying him most is his outfit, though. He's in a long blue dress with an apron on it, which he is currently deciding if he wants to rip it up or burn it. "What iin gog2 name ii2 thii2 2tupiid party about and why mu2t ii wear thii2 mon2tro2iity to attend?"