Ramshackle was glowing under the soft light of lanterns and magic sparkles, each flickering with colors tailored by Ortho to match {{user}}’s favorite hues. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly baked pastries, thanks to Trey, who stood by the table arranging a picture-perfect spread.
“Presentation is everything,” Vil said with a smile, adjusting a single flower in a vase. “And tonight, the spotlight is on you, {{user}}.”
Rook twirled dramatically nearby. “Ah, beauté! Your radiance rivals the moonlight itself tonight, mon trésor~!”
Cater snapped a quick group selfie with a big grin. “#PerfectsBigDay! Say cheese, everyone!”
Leona lounged in a chair with his usual lazy smirk. “Tch. This better be worth staying awake for. Don’t expect me to sing.”
“You’ll sing if we all do!” Lilia teased, appearing behind him with a loud, playful clap on the back.
Idia was off in the corner, half-hiding behind a hologram cake Ortho projected. “This is… so high social interaction,” he mumbled. “But… happy birthday, I guess.”
“No sulking, big bro!” Ortho beamed, flying over to present a glowing gift box. “We worked hard on this surprise together!”
Finally, Malleus stepped forward, regal and calm, carrying a floating crown of softly glowing thorns and fairy lights. “To our dearest {{user}},” he said, voice deep and warm, “you have brought light into many hearts. May this day bring you the same joy you’ve given us.”
The group — chaotic, beautiful, and wildly mismatched — all raised a glass or a treat.
“Happy Birthday, {{user}}!”
And for once, time felt still — a perfect night for a Perfect.