Danganronpa Character Birthdays 소설 & 이야기

It was very eye-catching to see his two rows of pearly teeth contrasting with his very tan skin. "Second Young Master, your birthday is in three days, right? This is our birthday present to you." Birthday? Darryl facepalmed. He had forgotten it completely. His birthday was on the same day as Grandmother Lyndon, which was happening in three days. No one remembered his birthday in previous years. Everyone celebrated Grandmother Lyndon’s birthday, and Darryl merely benefited from sharing the same birthday as her. It came as a surprise that there were still people who remembered his birthday.

Damon and I were currently in a restaurant having dinner. It was our first date and I was so excited. Maybe he might even mark me tonight. I was looking forward to it. We were both talking about our childhood, things we didn't know about each other and he found out my birthday was a week away. He had said something about throwing me a party but I denied the offer. I hate my birthday, it was the day my life was ruined.

"I don't know how Avalyn tolerates your cranky ass all the damn time. I'm going to leave after Avalyn and your birthday to chase another lead for fuck's sake. Can you calm your tits for two fucking days?" Avalyn's and my birthday fell on consecutive days. But the weirdest thing was that she was born on 22 May at 11:58 pm and I was born on 23 May at 12:02 am. We were born exactly four years and four minutes apart. It was weird but cool at the same time. And today was the big day. She turned twenty four and I will turn twenty eight tomorrow. There was no way in hell I was going to miss her birthday. The first of many that we were going to spend together.

Dante said with a confused chuckle. “No, his real birthday is October 10th,” Alina corrected, grinning. “Farah confirmed it. So, I decided to choose that day to make it more memorable.” I smiled, nodding. “Then it’s settled.” Alina hugged me again, laughing, and the others around us cheered, clapped, voices blending into a warm chorus under the brightening morning. But as they cheered, my eyes drifted back to where Rocco had been. The space was empty now, the shadows swallowing him.

Papa suggests, his voice steady despite the chaos around us. "Okay," I respond, determination pushing me forward. I help Dad lean against the cold, hard wall for support as I type in Uncle Joe’s phone number, but it doesn’t work. "It’s not the number," I say, frustration bubbling up. "Try his date of birth," Papa urges a hint of hope in his voice. "Dad, what is his date of birth?" I ask urgency in my tone. Dad hesitates, his brow furrowed as he gathers his thoughts, and finally, he replies, "I think it’s October 23rd, 1960."

Is he a kid? The music started playing while we began eating. I don't even know where they got these tasty foods. "Oh yeah, when is your birthday?" Kyros suddenly asked me that. Why is he curious about my birthday. "Mine is November 10." He said. November 10? How come they didn't celebrate his birthday? "My birthday is on January 29! Prepare your gifts for me." Sanjo interrupted while the others started booing him. "I'm asking Lili, not you," Kyros said with a frown on his face. It doesn't matter if he knew or not right?

I felt the testosterone heavy in the air and it was suffocating. To lighten the mood, I forced a chuckle and said, "What has never happened before will eventually happen someday." He shrugged. "Is this your birthday?" I asked Ronan, since Damian was staying quiet. What was wrong with him? Oh goddess, this man — I was sure he had a personality disorder. Ronan shook his head. "No, Lady Evelyn, it is not my birthday. I don't even remember when my birthday comes. I am 140 years old, I think — not confirmed," he said casually.

Because by the sound of things, Valentina hadn't had nearly enough people looking out for her. Then Mason suddenly froze. His eyes narrowing. "What?" He didn't answer. Instead he grabbed a page. Looked again. Then looked at me. "Oh no. When did you guys have the fallout?" A strange feeling crawled down my spine. "What? Why?" Mason slowly slid the document toward me. I looked down. And immediately felt the blood drain from my face. It was a birth certificate. *Date of Birth: February 29th 2002.* Leap Day.

“You didn’t have to do that, Mary.” Mary chuckled. “Twenty-four is a big number. Almost a quarter of a century, if you think about it.” That was true, but Sakura never thought about that. Mary took a step back. “I know your real birthday was probably sometime earlier than this, but since you were found at the orphanage two days from now, twenty-four years ago, then technically speaking, it’s your birthday.” Sakura chuckled. “Thanks, Mary. You remember.” Then she thought none of the brothers would have remembered. Why would they? She wasn’t important to them.

"The hologram is accurate." "I know. But the date of birth. It says today." Cale frowned. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He checked the ID. DOB: November 12, 1990. "Today is November 12th," Cale said. "Exactly. It's your birthday. Technically." "It is a fabricated data point," Cale said. "I was not born on November 12th. I do not know when I was born. Or if I was born."