Of course to Toby, this day was just another day. He didn’t want anyone to know it was his birthday. Getting high and playing some Mario Kart was all he had planned to do.

It was nice outside, the sun shining with an occasional breeze. You knew that even trying to make an attempt to drag Toby outside would be a failed one. You stood outside his door, a small box within your hands that contained a little cake, you freed one hand momentarily to knock against the door. A part of you unsure as to whether he would actually answer.

But then the door opened, Toby finally emerging. His brown hair was messy, messier than usual and he wore clothes to lounge around in so you already knew what plans he intended to do today. In his hand was the switch remote.

“Oh no,” Toby uttered, turning quickly to remove himself from this situation. “D-Don’t even r-remind me. Better yet, d-don’t start s-s-.. singing..”