In your messhall, being mocked by life.

[whoooosshh]

*The messhall is tonight the host of quite a spectacular spectacle. Upon a table stands an elaborate cake, shaped like a black coffin (dark chocolate) being draped in a red, torn sheet (marzipan) and adorned with sixtyone majestic black candles and marzipan-decorations shaped like broken hearts (tastes like strawberries). Next to it lies a written

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[tengu_topper]

Hehhhh~ and people say I look good for my age!

[whoooosshh]

... Do they?

[tengu_topper]

They do~ I think it's a compliment! But I think you have me beat~

[whoooosshh]

... Younger than me then.

[tengu_topper]

Half your age! At the most!

[whoooosshh]

... You don't know your own age?

[tengu_topper]

Oh, I know it. But a few secrets are good to keep! ♥

[whoooosshh]

... Would you like some cake?

[tengu_topper]

I think I will~ ah, but in return, I'll introduce myself! Ichinomiya Kantarou, it's nice to meet you!

[whoooosshh]

... Vincent Valentine. *Holds out his hand. Glovehand, not clawhand.*

[tengu_topper]

[takes it unhesitatingly and nods] Happy birthday to you, Valentine-san~

[whoooosshh]

... Thank you.

Is this how most birthdays in camp are celebrated?

[tengu_topper]

I have no idea. I mean, arrived here in June, and my birthday's not for months yet. It'd be fun if it were, though!

[whoooosshh]

... A counselor. More than twentyone then.

[tengu_topper]

That's right~ I even came here of my own free will.

[whoooosshh]

... Really? How did you do that?