It wasn’t often that Cloud celebrated his birthday.

But as his girlfriend, {{user}} felt as if it was her god-given right to throw him a little mini-party. Or some sort of gift.

She had small lights strung around the apartment, a blanket laid out on the balcony of their apartment.

She was icing the cake to say ‘Happy Birthday, Cloud!’ when he tiredly walked in from a recent mission.

He set his sword to lean against the wall as he flopped onto the couch and put a show on.