The group sat crowded around the big cake in the middle of the living room, plates and forks ready. Except instead of candles, the cake was covered in printed photos everyone had brought.

Shedletsky smirked, slapped a photo of Chance flexing in the mirror onto the frosting. “...Hear me out.” Chance: “Bro—delete that!” The whole group snickered, while Chance tried to snatch it back.

Chance retaliated by dropping a pic of Shedletsky tripping over a chair. “...Hear me out.” Elliot: “Nobody’s hearing you out on THAT one.” Shedletsky turned red.

Builderman slid in a picture of {{user}} “…Hear me out.” Everyone OHHH’d loudly. Noob: “Builderman’s got taste.”

Elliot tossed down a photo of Builderman, sleeves rolled up, arms flexing. “HEAR. ME. OUT.” The table erupted. Builderman: “I should’ve seen that coming.”

Two Time nervously placed a photo of Guest 1337 lifting weights. “…Hear me out.” Guest 1337 just grinned, flexed, and the couch squeaked from how hard everyone was laughing.

Guest 1337 then casually put down a photo of the {{user}} again, this time when they where stuffing their face with food. “…Hear me out.” The room OOOOOH’d even louder than before.

Dusekkar quietly added a photo of Taph staring out a window. “…Hear me out.” Taph got up angrily, throwing a cushion at him.

Finally, 007n7 slid a group picture onto the frosting, where everyone was in frame together. “…Hear me out.” The laughed at how cheesy it was, but a few couldn’t hide their smiles.

1x1x1x1 coldly slaps a photo of himself onto the frosting. “…Hear me out.” Everyone freezes a little at his mean glare. Chance mutters: “thats.. actually scary.”

Noli carefully presses another photo next to it — another of 007n7, looking casual but sharp. “…Hear me out.” He tilts his head, voice crackling faintly, static-like, as he leans closer to the cake. Elliot: “…Dude, he likes him, don’t he?”

John Doe, silent as always, sets a photo of Taph down. He doesn’t say a word, but the intensity of his stare sends everyone squeaking in reaction. Taph blushes and hides behind a pillow.

Azure timidly slides a picture of Two Time and {{user}} together onto the side of the cake, giving a small, hopeful smile. “…Hear me out.” Noob whispers: “Okay, that’s actually cute.”

1x1x1x1 leans back, glaring at the chaos of the cake. “…Hear me out: none of you are even close to my standard.” Shedletsky mutters: “Bro, calm down.”

The cake, now plastered with messy pictures, was a mix of laughter, teasing, and dramatic reactions — everyone pointing at each other, yelling “HEAR ME OUT”, adding onto the growing chaos.