Asking Lon’qu’s Birthday

Mini dialogues about me asking for his birthday 🥹🥺💕

Before C Support

Laura: “So… when is your birthday?”

Lon’qu: “M-my birthday? Hmph. It’s n-none of your business!”

Laura: “I’m going to keep asking until you tell me your birthday Lon’qu.”

Lon’qu: "My birthday a-again? It’s not… important. F-Focus on the battle, not trivial matters."

I keep asking for the next couple of days.

Laura: “When is your birthday?”

Lon’qu: "Hmph. You're stubborn. Keep asking, and you'll get the same answer. 

N-Nothing. My past is my own. Leave me be!"

At C Support

Laura: “Will you finally tell me your birthday?”

Lon’qu: "You're still on about my birthday…?

Hmph. It's just another day. A-Ask something useful next time."

Laura: “I’m going to ask the Shepherds about your birthday, our tactician would know.”

(Though, I want to hear it from him directly…”)

Lon’qu: “Go ask the others, then. L-Leave me out of it!”

At B Support

Laura: “You’re killing me here! Will today be the day I will know your birthday??”

Lon’qu: He sighs. “You’re not dying.” 

“You’re relentless about this birthday nonsense… I don't care for it. Never have. Where I come from, surviving was more important than the day I was born.”

Laura: “The day you are born is important… I want to celebrate it.”

He sighs. “Missing it changes nothing. I don't celebrate it, never have. You're... too stubborn, you know that?”

At B+ Support

Laura: “Please tell me your birthday.”

Lon’qu: “You again with my birthday? I've told you, it's not something I bother with.” 

“…Maybe I'll tell you when I'm ready."

At A Support

I probably asked like 365 times by now.

Laura: “Soooo… won’t you tell me now when your birthday is Lon’qu?!?”

 

Lon’qu: *a deep sigh* “You never let this go, do you…?” 

“Fine, since you're so set on it... it's October 10. Don't make a big deal out of it.”

The realization that I had missed his birthday the first year I met him.

Laura: “October 10 huh…? That means I missed your birthday…” I’m sulking…

Lon’qu: “It's just a day, gone and done.”

Laura: “But, still! That’s a day we could have celebrated!!” 

He glances at me and softly sighs. “Since you're so set on birthdays, when's… yours?”

Laura: “Mine…?” (He wants to know my birthday?!?)

He looks at me expecting an answer.

Laura: “It’s… on Christmas… December 25.”

He’s taken aback. 

Lon’qu: "Christmas… of all days?“ He actually chuckles. “Suits you.” Then he clears his throat. “Don't expect much, I don’t do celebrations. But... I'll keep yours in mind.”