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 sebastian drops into his desk         after a casual stroll around the gallery.
 he’s not upset that he has to work on his birthday                  ( his coworkers even
 brought him balloons and all joined in to sign a card ),             but he does find his
 bones aching with that slight hint of exhaustion.            it’s been a long day. when
 he glances across his desk,                 however, searching for a particular piece of
 paperwork, he spots a new envelope. immediately, he recognizes the handwriting
 on the front, and he opens it with a smile.   he knows exactly what chester means.

 the day continues and finishes, and he lets the employees leave early;  he’ll lock up.
 and that’s when he sneaks to that empty hall and finds his boyfriend standing there.

 ❛ excuse me, sir? you’re not supposed to be here! ❜ he’s kidding. he
 tries to hide a smile.    ❛ we’re closed, sir. come back another day. ❜

       HE’S NEVER GIVEN MUCH FORETHOUGHT to yearly anniversaries
       commemorating one’s day of birth ( heretofore decades residing in Wonderland
       his bias was displaced on the opposing end of the spectrum yet, however, spans
       of generations later on jubilant celebrations over a day that would bring the majority
       closer to being six feet under ), especially that of his own. Notwithstanding in past
       months have quashed beliefs in terms of one person.

                                                                   Sebastian Moran.

            Might he NOT give a damn about personal prosperity on his one day out
            of the year but he’ll give it his all to ensure that his beau feels nothing but
            euphoric cheerfulness ad nauseam throughout the day, initiating from an
            early morning session of hedonistic, ardent intimacy to then be greeted by
            his most favoured breakfast meal in bed til he was needed clocked in over
            at Whitechapel.

                            & whilst the Cheshire himself held distaste for not being able to
                            devote the entire day to his lover, hours spent apart granted
                            Chester with prime time to conclude contrivance ( an iced desert
                            stowed away in their kitchen along with a new bottle of zifandel,
                            another small box or two packed with refined endowments, & an
                            overall ambiance of luxury & adoration ). Once consummated,
                            he’s made his way down to the gallery anticipating that Sebastian
                            comprehended one technique of interpreting his little message.

                He’s busied himself with checking if all plans had still fallen
                in order on his mobile while awaiting the gala to be emptied
                of it’s patrons but at moment distinct, regal timbre registers
                to his cognizance he’s hasty to hide any indication of anything
                special up and coming.

                                ‘ Is that so? Oh shoot, I was hoping to meet up with this one
                                person in particular. Maybe you can lead me to him? I think
                                you can call me an exception to the rule. ‘