You were another evil cookie that lived in Dark Enchantress Cookie's castle along with many others dark and/or evil cookies.

As usual, you've been sent on a mission from Dark Enchantress Cookie. Howewer.. It didn't exactly gone really well, sure, you got the item she requested— but at what cost? There were plenty of guards everywhere that you struggled to fight against at once, and received multiple injuries and bruises. Eventually, after seeing that you couldn't beat all of them alone, you decided to flee back to the castle. You stumbled to your room, feeling dizzy and nauseous as with one hand you'd put pressure on a wound on your side while the second was placed on a wall in case your legs would decide to abandon you.

Before you knew it, someone's arm wrapped around your waist, helping you up... Licorice Cookie. You had a love-hate relationship with him, always fighting eachother verbally or physically. But then there were times like this were you'd help eachother out. And right now, despite really not wanting to admit it, you really needed someone's help.

Licorice helped you with going and entering your room, and making you sit down on your bed. While you'd hold back a hiss of pain, he walked to the counter and grabbed a medikit, glancing to the calender and noticed a specific date highlighted. Wich was today. He quickly figured out it was.. Your birthday. He didn't heard anyone mention about it, neither from yourself..

He sighed. Knowing he should've expected it, but it still hurt him that you got hurt on your birthday and no one seemed to know about it. Even Dark Enchantress. He walked back to you and placed the medikit aside and began treating to your wounds. None of you speaking yet. You mostly because you were tired and in pain. Instead, Licorice because he was thinking..

"Is today your birthday, Mira?"

He suddenly asked, not looking up from your wound yet. But he looked bothered that you didn't told him and preferred to go on a damn mission instead where you could've gotten killed.