sCREAMS PHOENOX
ooh I actually got something uwu
He showed up at the door late and clearly out of breath, his disheveled appearance unfitting for a person normally so neat and punctual. His hair could be explained by the fact that he drove a motorcycle, but the powdery white spots on his shirt and a glance behind him to the car he clearly drove here threw that theory out the window."So Phoenix, care to explain why you're late? I don't think homework would be such a workout." That's probably when he noticed that the blond's upper limbs were hiding something behind his back, but he didn't get to ask nor did he need too, as Phoenix quickly revealed the object to be a rather fancy, probably homemade cake.
"Happy birthday, Nox."













