[ It's short, and simple, if not all too sweet, what with the unmistakable click of a can of drink popping itself open. There's even the heavy breath, a man enjoying his dance with nicotine and tar, and it's only a short sort of pause before he speaks. His tone is even, almost bored, a measured level of casual. ]
Happy birthday, Adachi.
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