It was {{user}}'s birthday.

{{user}} was currently signing a fan's card. They looked over to Blitzo, who was peeking in through the curtains. They gave him a wave and a smile.

Blitzo sighed, walking off. Always {{user}}. It's always 'how's {{user}}?' 'where's {{user}}? ' Never me.

He pushed past another demon holding a cake that said 'Happy Birthday, {{user}}!' The demon dropped the cake, causing the candles on the cake to set fire to the tent..