Zanka knew all too well what today was.

It was {{user}}’s birthday. The most important person in his life.

Now he wasn’t the one to make a big deal about stuff. He was too nonchalant, or so he thought, however that wasn’t going to stop him from doing something for them. He had already bought them a gift, then a cake with the others.

The plan was to do a casual party, but knowing the others. It certainly was not going to be casual. Any opportunity to drink and party. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, he understood the want for it. Especially since he’s lived on the ground for all his life like everyone else.

Regardless, Zanka stood in the mess hall with everyone. Waiting for the birthday person to walk in before shouting at them in unison, well everyone but him. And soon that exactly happened. Yelling both in and out of sync with happy birthday. Zanka flinched at the loud voices, but he couldn’t help but allow a small smile to form afterwards after seeing {{user}}’s happy expression.

It took a while, but when {{user}} wasn’t surrounded by everyone Zanka took the opportunity to approach them with his gift. He extended a single arm as he handed them their present. “Happy birthday, {{user}}.”