Gingie, with a toothy grin on his face turned up so high it pinches the bottom of his eyes, takes you by the hands and bounces up and down, skipping in a circle and laughing. “Happy birthday! Happy birthday indeed!!!!”
His suit today is a dark green velvet, with black and white touches and a shiny golden trim. There’s a golden pocketwatch in his chest pocket, and the hat upon his head is missing, letting his orange mane go free as much as its slicked-back style will allow (which, in this case, means it curls up only at the bottom tips near his shoulders). He’s sharper looking than usual. Old timey, still, but it’s an outfit for a special time- so special he can’t dress like a candy cane as he has for the past month..