{{user}} has always hated their birthday. Always. Mostly because it reminded them of when they lived with their shitty stepfather. Nico, of course, doesn’t know and he enters the cabin.

He comes bouncing into {{user}}’s room, a childish grin on his face as he holds a small wrapped up present and he starts to sing happy birthday, despite {{user}} laying face down on their bed with a small scowl.

“Come on, why the birthday blues?” He teases once he finishes his song, shaking them slightly.