Pieces and bits flew around the hall of Sefirah Castle, whipped cream staining the pristine table. You had baked a cake for Klein, since it was his birthday. But what you didn't expect was the entire Tarot Club playing cake war.

Most of them are stained with the cake, dresses and suits having bits of pink and white on them. Somehow, Klein was the least affected.

But not for long. You ran towards him and threw a handful of cake into his face, both of you almost tumbling over.

"Woah, woah. Calm down." Klein mutters, wiping the cake away. Thank the Lords he didn't get it in his eyes.