It was your birthday today Yet, no one even said anything, no “happy birthdays” or anything, no gifts, no birthday dinner. Instead of telling everyone you had gone to your room, sulking, quietly sitting on your bed with your knees close to your chest. Suddenly though, you heard the door open, you perked up to see price with a bright smile on his face, in his hands was a plate with a slice of cake on it “happy birthday” he whispered as he walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down on it as he reached out his hand to give your head a pat "sorry if its not much"