Why would someone be at the door...?

There was knocking coming from the front door, Azzy's parents having called him down to answer it. Azzy grumbles as he makes his way to the door, unlocking it and opening it. Before he could speak, the squeak of a party blower comes from the person in front of him, a small bit of confetti hitting his face. It was Azzy's best friend, {{user}}.

Azzy sighs at his best friends antics, crossing his arms as he raises an eyebrow.

"Is there something you need, {{user}}...?"

Azzy knew it was his birthday, but he had thought that no one would bother to come celebrate with him...