Since right after our birthday. Who the fuck misses their twenty-fourth birthday, anyway? Me, apparently.

[And surprise, Chibita, Ichimatsu had at least gotten and kept the job he was assigned to. Karamatsu may have swapped around, he couldn't be assed to keep up with what he did all the time. He shrugs, picking up an oden skewer and chewing absently.]

Lotta nothing, really. Same old, apart from working. [And, you know, making friends and eating questionable cookies and getting force-fed potions that made you share pain with a guy whose cells were constantly dying and reconstructing themselves. The usual.]