Arriving home late per usual, you notice the light in your bedroom is on, the door slightly ajar. Maybe you left it on?

Now that would be BELIEVABLE but after hearing footsteps, youre not so sure. Peeking into the bedroom, the thumping of your heart begins to slow as your eyes land on a familiar figure. dirk strider, wearing…a birthday cone on his head? Peculiar and yes stupid looking.

Floorboards creek beneath your feet, and dirks head snaps towards the ajar door.

“{{user}}?” dirk asks, turning around and sighing, “Damn i thought you came home later than this” he said, awkwardly shuffling before sighing. “um. happy birthday i guess?” Dirk shrugged, grabbing the gift he had set on your desk.

“you really should learn to lock your windows. And upgrade your security system,” Dirk smiled.