Believe

by Keeper of Tomes

Little anecdotes about daily life in the Atmos, on both sides of a waging war. Lives change, and yet somehow, people cling to the little things. Beauty is found in unexpected places. Hate lives side by side with love. 3rd drabble series, but not the last!

80. Thirty Years Young

He sat down at the table and groaned.

Really GROANED.

Ravess sighed. "What is it this time, Dark Ace?"

He banged his head against the table. "I'm OLD."

"Tell me something I didn't know," she mumbled. "It's that time of year again, isn't it?"

He merely nodded.

"Well, you were never exactly young befo-"

"I'm THIRTY, Ravess. THIR. TY." He spits the words out, as if they were made of...of...of poison.

"Well, it's not that ba-"

"I KNOW!"

She groans at being cut off for the second time that day. "What?"

"Instead of saying I'm thirty years old, I'll just say I'm thirty years young! I'm a genius! I mean, it's how they said it in the old days, eh? Those geezers actually had a good thread going! HAHAHA!" He jumped up and down. "YES!"

Then sped away to share his good news with the world.

Ravess slapped her forehead. "I knew it," she grumbled. "He's already going senile..."

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A/N: BLuSH, dears, has hit a rut. But I feel like it'll break free soon...

This is almost over, and then I'm starting a new drabble series. I'll just do what soldier4christ did with "Little of This, Little of That," and take it to chapter one hundred.