[There is, of course, no proof of who is behind the conspicuously moogle-like cupcakes, but it doesn't take an Archon mark in investigation to put together that:
1) the sender is aware of what moogles are, 2) the delivery method is conspicuously similar to some very recent behavior of his own, 3) the sender knows it's his birthday, and 4) he knows to judge his age on an average.
Which is why, a little later, a file attachment arrives by text message that, when opened, reveals a still photograph of lightly scarred skin, the lower part of what is definitely an 8-pack, the shadowed hollow of a navel, the defined ridge of a hip, and a fine white trail of hair progressing off-camera, all of which form the backdrop for a smudged lump of white frosting accentuated with a red gumdrop slowly slipping free of it.
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2) the delivery method is conspicuously similar to some very recent behavior of his own,
3) the sender knows it's his birthday, and
4) he knows to judge his age on an average.
Which is why, a little later, a file attachment arrives by text message that, when opened, reveals a still photograph of lightly scarred skin, the lower part of what is definitely an 8-pack, the shadowed hollow of a navel, the defined ridge of a hip, and a fine white trail of hair progressing off-camera, all of which form the backdrop for a smudged lump of white frosting accentuated with a red gumdrop slowly slipping free of it.
The name of the image file is oops.jpg.]