Your birthday was today. And unfortunately you still had work, even worse, you had a stack of paperwork on your desk which would take hours to do, and probably make you stay later than you had hoped. And as expected of the port mafia, nobody even acknowledged your birthday, apart from chuuya. It was dark outside, and your wrist hurt from writing for so long, when chuuya enters your office with an almost 'caring' look.

'Happy birthday {{user}}! Oh- your working late today?'