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[rozyrne]

She sings, because her voice is a gift.

She hums, because there's no stopping her.

Here, in the kitchen, she is on home turf, invincible, almighty mistress of the universe!

The little cakes are topped with a delicate whip reminiscent of a certain boy's ringlets, of candy and all things sweet and oh so adorable. They are, of course, perfect. Nothing less would do, especially not for this gift!

The only thing that's left to do is find him, and then receive her well-earned praise.

"Rosaaaaaaadooo~ ♪ There you are!"

Goldmary shifts, pretends to fidget a moment before offering container and parcel - they, too, have had every inch pored over, cared for, that they suit the contents well.

"Happy birthday, dear Rosado~ ♡"

Go on. Take them. Aren't they absolutely darling?

Baked goods in the one container, and ... boots ...! in the next.

"They reminded me of you, and it's always-" almost always "-a delight to be reminded of you. I hope you know that, hee hee~"

what to do, what to do; how to spend a birthday other than being his absolute, drop-dead, uncontestable cutest — all. day.

that meant:

no training. no homework. no classes. colorful and creamy, sweet foods for every meal. absolutely a shopping spree. totally splurging. a new style; new lashes. hanging out with goldmary. a long nap in the courtyard. a fresh bag of treats for carmilla. staying up all night decorating his planner. which was definitely being used like it was supposed to and not just for decoration.

definitely.

"i can't believe i'm so busy. i haven't even been here that long!" he exclaims to no one in particular— until a knock at the door interrupts his thoughts. "hm? be right there!"

hm, hm hm ♫ now who would be the first coming to celebrate the best day of the year with him first?

"goooldmaryyy!!" cherubic face blossoms into a grin, arms flung open already to wrap his best friend in a hug, then stops upon seeing she's holding something. "cupcakes?" no. a gasp. "goldmary's cupcakes?" he beams like a baby angel at the well-wish singsonged in his honor, and helps himself when the pan is offered, oohing and ahhing first over its looks.

but that's not all. "no, a second thing? goldmary, you shouldn't have."

"—hhhaa, i take that back. you totally, one hundred percent should have. look at the wings, and the heels! the laces even match my hair! they're just so— so adorable!" and completely his look in a way only his closest friends would know. box is dropped to the ground in favor of throwing both arms ( for real now ) around broad shoulders, humming as he squeezes and laughs and kicks his heels up a little behind him ( because duh goldmary could lift him with one arm if she wanted to ).

"thank you so much! awww, you're the best. just really, completely the best. and just in time—" he swipes one of the cupcakes and takes a big bite immediately, eyes rolling back as he slumps a little at the perfect goldmary blend of sweet and creamy and sugary and fluffy and. "—for me to start my sugar diet for the day!"

"and are you up to anything?" didn't matter if she was. "i found this cute, out of the way little boutique in town the other day and you're going to come check it out with me right now, right, riiight?"

who could say no to him, after all? and on his birthday?