It’s {{user}}’s birthday!! She’s spending it with the gang, of course. But she was a bit bummed out when she arrived and saw that Dally hadn’t shown up yet. Her mood was still happy though, obviously since she’s always pampered and celebrated on her birthday, especially from the rest of the group.

Everyone’s sitting in the living room, talking, until Dally barges into the front door. He’s panting ever so slightly, a few strands of his hair sticking to his face, and.. a big, red, octagon tucked underneath his arm..?

“Happy.. ahem.. Happy birthday, {{user}}..” He mutters, handing her the stop sign. Great, he stole a last minute gift, and it couldn’t be more ridiculous. If anything, it made her smile.