[ He smiles a little apologetically. Yeah. It's always something else, sorry. ]
Both.
[ He breathes out, ] The day the stuff in Westview ended was the day of William's Bar Mitzvah. They were told to evacuate and mom - We had a car accident.
[ obviously he didn't make it. ]
[ editor's note: technically going with the rule of thumb that they probably used movie magic for the audience of the day = birthday but also (: if math is right then billy/william were both born on nov 4 (gregorian calendar) and died on nov 11........ and reborn on november 11. 11:11 make a wish etc ]
[Cliff sticks his tongue out a bit and bites it in thought as he tries to make sense of what exactly the timeline is here.]
...What's Westview again?
[Actually he had never really learned about the fake TV sitcom reality so that part's kind of new to him.]
'Kay, well. Honestly. It doesn't matter. ...'Kay, that's not what I mean, it does matter in your life, but. Like. It won't matter now 'cause A. who the hell knows what the date is here anyway and B. we're gonna override any of those shitty memory associations with something way better.
Birthdays gotta be associated with something fun. The other stuff... you keep with you, but don't let it ruin something good.
If I try to explain you'll be even more confused. It's where I was born. Or Billy, William was born in Eastview.
[ this explains nothing and everything. ]
[ he shifts a little, ]
Since when were you the giver of life advice? [ Lightly said. ] I think that's it, I don't have good associations with it. So I just want to ignore it totally.
[He crosses his arms behind his head and tilts back the chair.]
Ignoring it is a terrible way to do shit. You gotta replace it with better memories. Trust me. I don't know anything about advice, but I do know how to live.
[And to be fair, Cliff does seem to have the ability to maximize his own enjoyment of life at most times, even if it comes at the flammability of others.]
Also those names cannot possibly be real; those are worse than Podunk.
[ A light-hearted remark. He does frown a little at the idea of replacing it with better memories - an idea that seems wrong. That moment was a fundamental part of how he came to be. He doesn't say anything about it, though, and breathes out instead: ]
Definitely real. My birth certificate would prove it.
[ But only for Eastview. Westview also exists, but that's different. ] They're pretty normal names? It's not like West Virginia and East Virginia doesn't exist.
You can probably make your birth certificate say anything you want it to.
[He shrugs. Billy's so determined to be sad!! First he's sad about dying on his birthday now he's sad about trying to make an effort not to think too much about dying on his birthday. The only way to fix this is tequila ... ]
So?
You ready for a birthday bash?
C'mon, I don't wanna do this with you dragging your feet and trying to think that you gotta be reluctant and shit. I want you to be excited! We're turning seventeen, man! We've got no parents, we can do literally anything. From PG to NC17. You wanna go in PJs and have a pillow fight, sure. You wanna get fairy strippers, that's probably a thing! You wanna eat cream puffs until you puke, that's probably part of what I'm doing.
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[ He smiles a little apologetically. Yeah. It's always something else, sorry. ]
Both.
[ He breathes out, ] The day the stuff in Westview ended was the day of William's Bar Mitzvah. They were told to evacuate and mom - We had a car accident.
[ obviously he didn't make it. ]
[ editor's note: technically going with the rule of thumb that they probably used movie magic for the audience of the day = birthday but also (: if math is right then billy/william were both born on nov 4 (gregorian calendar) and died on nov 11........ and reborn on november 11. 11:11 make a wish etc ]
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...What's Westview again?
[Actually he had never really learned about the fake TV sitcom reality so that part's kind of new to him.]
'Kay, well. Honestly. It doesn't matter. ...'Kay, that's not what I mean, it does matter in your life, but. Like. It won't matter now 'cause A. who the hell knows what the date is here anyway and B. we're gonna override any of those shitty memory associations with something way better.
Birthdays gotta be associated with something fun. The other stuff... you keep with you, but don't let it ruin something good.
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[ this explains nothing and everything. ]
[ he shifts a little, ]
Since when were you the giver of life advice? [ Lightly said. ] I think that's it, I don't have good associations with it. So I just want to ignore it totally.
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[He crosses his arms behind his head and tilts back the chair.]
Ignoring it is a terrible way to do shit. You gotta replace it with better memories. Trust me. I don't know anything about advice, but I do know how to live.
[And to be fair, Cliff does seem to have the ability to maximize his own enjoyment of life at most times, even if it comes at the flammability of others.]
Also those names cannot possibly be real; those are worse than Podunk.
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[ A light-hearted remark. He does frown a little at the idea of replacing it with better memories - an idea that seems wrong. That moment was a fundamental part of how he came to be. He doesn't say anything about it, though, and breathes out instead: ]
Definitely real. My birth certificate would prove it.
[ But only for Eastview. Westview also exists, but that's different. ] They're pretty normal names? It's not like West Virginia and East Virginia doesn't exist.
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[He shrugs. Billy's so determined to be sad!! First he's sad about dying on his birthday now he's sad about trying to make an effort not to think too much about dying on his birthday. The only way to fix this is
tequila... ]So?
You ready for a birthday bash?
C'mon, I don't wanna do this with you dragging your feet and trying to think that you gotta be reluctant and shit. I want you to be excited! We're turning seventeen, man! We've got no parents, we can do literally anything. From PG to NC17. You wanna go in PJs and have a pillow fight, sure. You wanna get fairy strippers, that's probably a thing! You wanna eat cream puffs until you puke, that's probably part of what I'm doing.