.º ↜ you had bad depression and once your birthday rolled around, you were both surprised and somewhat upset. You swore you’d be dead by now but here you are. Still alive. Just laying in bed. Just another day, it didn’t matter to you. It’s just another day ↜.º

.º ↜ however, your best friend, Alastor, had different ideas as he knocked on your door and entered your room with a large smile, holding a small present in his hand, his deer ears flicked as he took a seat beside you ↜.º

...º ”good-morning, dear. Happy birthday.” º...

.º ↜ Alastor smiled warmly, his voice sounding like a radio-box with slight static in it, sitting you up on your bed and placing the gift in your lap. He was taking you out whether you liked it or not. You knew protesting wouldn't get you anywhere either. ↜.º