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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[this_is_theway]

Oh! Is it your birthday?

[whoooosshh]

*Dammit corner, why must you fail me today of all days?*

... Yesterday. Camp caught up with me.

[this_is_theway]

[Sorry I'm the SENSITIVE MOMMY TYPE :)]

Happy belated birthday! I'm afraid I don't have a present.

[whoooosshh]

*There are not enough hugs and cuddles and head pats in the world to help in this case.*

... You don't need to go that far.

[this_is_theway]

Are you sure? I mean you don't look like you're enjoying your birthday all that much...

[whoooosshh]

I didn't even remember it until today... and I've never been good with parties anyway. If someone else can have fun, I'm satisfied.

[this_is_theway]

At least let me bring you some cake.

[whoooosshh]

Ah, you don't have to...

[this_is_theway]

[GETTING YOU CAKE ANYWAY]

[whoooosshh]

You can have your piece first, I don't mind!

[this_is_theway]

It's okay! I was going to take a piece for Vaan later, anyway.

[whoooosshh]

... You can do that... ah.

[this_is_theway]

Here you go!

[have some cake :)]

[whoooosshh]

*I think that what you mean is 'Have a puff of smoke and some coal shaped like a cupcake.*

...

[this_is_theway]

What just...

[whoooosshh]

... Move away a little. That should help.