"I believe my watch is busted & I had forgot to x out a few days on my calendar. Forgive my scatter brain--" Adjusting his glasses, the younger chain reached into the satchel at his side; pulling out a small strawberry cake fit for a single person. "Happy late birthday, Dormouse." Sheepishly the Hare leaned down & pressed a chaste kiss to the elder's brow.
“Oh, no it’s fine. I never mentioned it really, I don’t talk a lot about myself, I’m never really up to talk anyways. But, thank you for the birthday gift, March.” Dormouse closed his eyes at the kiss to his brow and he smiled up at the Hare. “I appreciate it.”








