Today, was his birthday. He never celebrated, always finding it pointless to count the years off, he disliked parties too. No one had really gotten close enough to him to know his birthday anyway, other than tommy, phil, and you.

You had been friends for quite sometime and were one of the few people who actually treated him like person.

The piglin sighs, searching through one of his chests when he hears a knock at the door. He grumbles quietly before opening it.