it’s was {{user}}‘a birthday, {{user}} hated their birthday for PTSD reasons and it reminded them of trama m, so nobody cared for it including {{user}} themselves, already having a rough day Chuuya just had to come make it worse.

Chuuya: “hey {{user}}! I got you a gift.” *the shorter man fake reached into his coat and pulled his hand out empty but revealing a middle finger