“Happy birthday, dobe.”

‘ am I dreaming —– or !! ’ a loud, exaggerated
gasped filled the once silent room. mouth agape && a look
of surprise, an index finger was then pointed towards a cake
that was given to him by his raven haired rival.
                 pair of blue contacts shifting between the giver
&& the unusual gift. ‘ what did you eat !?!’ or so he claims,
yet deep inside he was really touched && sincerely thankful.