"happy birthday boss." mammon greeted as she held onto a huge tray of strawberry cake for him, on it writes "best boss" in frosting. never mind that it was her favourite flavour, as much as she respected him, it was still her money that's being spent here. besides, it's not like he disliked strawberry anyway.
awkwardly, she placed the cake down on the table, before pulling out a confetti popper, not much larger than her hands. she then pulled onto it, releasing a comically tiny string of confettis that landed on his head, messing his hair.
"happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to bo-oss, happy birthday to you." she then sang after, through awkward claps and monotone voices.
There was something about himself that he actually forget to tell her about his favourite things. Of course, one of them were medium-rare sirloin steak and strong liquors, but for those delicious desserts? Then they’re the other stories. As Xanxus was a heavy drinker, he disliked them unless they’re bitter or they shared the same taste his whiskey. If they’re mixed by alcohols; he wouldn’t mind to try them once.
He patiently waited for the end of her singing, sleepily rubbed his eyes while he was maintaining his attention after the unwilling awakening. For some reasons, Mammon seemed to have her special place in trust; he knew he can rely on her and probably respect her perfection. At least, he won’t throw anything at her except his cold stare. He simply dusted the colour paper on his hair and shook his head to her.
“You don’t have to do this for me. Your profession and strictness are enough, besides— I am not a fan of cakes nor all of sweetened things.”