Birthday Boy
{{closed starter for @afancytrancyfan }} Bravat crossed his arms and clicked his tongue, he wondered vaguely about what he was going to do as he stared at the calendar. It was only two days before Alois's birthday, and the lilac-haired man always made a point to give people presents whenever occasions arose. The date was even circled, he couldn't say he didn't know and it snuck up on him, he had been expecting it since he circled it. That wasn't the problem. The problem was he had no clue what to get for Alois, he only barely knew what the blonde liked and the boy had so many material objects Bravat didn't really know what he already didn't have. So one day, he spotted the boy outside, and strode out to meet him, "Hey Alois." He greeted warmly, holding out a hand.












