The distant shattering of glass would be unconcerning if it weren't one's own.

{{user}} cautiously approached the kitchen, all lights off with only the shuffling of a body emitted. The Lieutenant was quick to whip out his revolver, aiming for the shadows as he barked out; "Who's there?" Voice gruff.

He flicked on the light, stance firm, only to find Connor. The android covered in shards of glass, hands dusting himself off, and holding a perfect white box in the opposite hand.

"Lieutenant, I have come to understand that today is your birthday." Connor spoke as he presented a perfect red velvet cake, the white lettering atop reading 'happy birthday :)' in Cyberlife Font.