[ Aoba spends a little time reading that message. There's a warm spot, right in the middle of his chest, and he holds his phone close against it while he waits for Ren to come down.
When he does, he'll see a couple things set up on the dining room table.
First and foremost, a cake. It's not the biggest cake, and it's certainly not the most professional. The icing is a bit sloppy and the shape is a bit lopsided - someone tried to stake two layers, unsuccessfully - and even the writing that spells out Happy Birthday Ren was done by someone that doesn't quite know how to handle a dispenser. But it's finished and the smell is sweet without being overpowering. The flavor is chocolate and there's twenty-four candles set in a circle around the edge.
Secondly, a present, a flat box wrapped in shiny blue and yellow paper.
Aoba's waiting by the table, his arms behind his back, a pleased, if a little embarrassed, smile on his face. ]
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When he does, he'll see a couple things set up on the dining room table.
First and foremost, a cake. It's not the biggest cake, and it's certainly not the most professional. The icing is a bit sloppy and the shape is a bit lopsided - someone tried to stake two layers, unsuccessfully - and even the writing that spells out Happy Birthday Ren was done by someone that doesn't quite know how to handle a dispenser. But it's finished and the smell is sweet without being overpowering. The flavor is chocolate and there's twenty-four candles set in a circle around the edge.
Secondly, a present, a flat box wrapped in shiny blue and yellow paper.
Aoba's waiting by the table, his arms behind his back, a pleased, if a little embarrassed, smile on his face. ]
Happy Birthday, Ren.