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[MAYBE HE DID

Because when Prompto opens the door, he blinks, surprised, looks down at the cake, and only after a beat laughs.]

Oh, you actually--I didn't expect you to remember any of that!

[He holds his hands out to take the cake, pleased but flustered.]

[founderinglight]

Of course I remembered, what do you take me for?

[IT'S CAKE. It's double chocolate.]

Do I get to come in?

[photoshooter]

Of course! Come on!

[Prompto hurries in ahead to put the cake on a table and skips off to get plates and forks. His room's... about as depressingly neat as it always is when Noct's not around, but at least in the near-year he's been at Keystone, he's collected decorations and things to make it his.

Also, Sunny is here, even though she is getting too big to be an indoor bird. Kweh! Pet her!]

I don't think I have any candles for it, what about you?

[founderinglight]

I came prepared as always, don't worry.

[He holds up a box of them from his armiger because of course he has candles, what do you take him for?

But first he has to pet a good girl, yes he does.]

And a present, too.

[photoshooter]

[Happy fluff. Yes good. Birb is appeased.]

A what? Seriously, you didn't have to go to all this trouble. I was keeping it low key this year.

[founderinglight]

[Appeasing the birb is good times.]

It's not trouble at all.

[It was definitely trouble. Look how well wrapped this thing is when he pulls out a good-sized box.]

And it's important to me that you get spoiled a little, if no one else is going to.

[photoshooter]

Whoa. Really, you don't...

[Confronted with the actual presence of the actual gift, Prompto looks like he doesn't know what to do with himself. Finally, though, he accepts it.]

...Don't have to go out of your way. [After a second, he blinks and shakes himself.] This first or cake first?

[founderinglight]

It's up to you. It's your birthday, after all.

[Look he doesn't get to give nearly enough gifts take it.]

[photoshooter]

...Present first!

[Recovering nicely, he spirits the box over to the table, plants one knee on his chair without even sitting properly, and sets eagerly to unwrapping.]

Or else I'll be wondering what it is the whole time.

[founderinglight]

Well, that is part of the fun.

[Izunia will follow him over with a small smile to watch the Unwrappening. Bit by bit, the paper pulled away reveals the box of a remote-controlled camera drone.

[photoshooter]

[Prompto's jaw drops open. Error 404: Belief not found.]

WhAT?

[He clears the paper away, holds the box, and stares at it, mouth still agape.]

Wha--how did you get this?! Where--what?!

[Up comes his face again, gobsmacked and incredulous. Really? Really, for him?]

[founderinglight]

A bit of luck and a good amount of keeping my eyes open.

[Fissure nonsense, Prompto, that's where he got it.]

[photoshooter]

Holy crap, this is so cool! Does it work? Come on, let's try it!

[WHO NEEDS CAKE THERE'S PICTURES TO TAKE]

[founderinglight]

I mean, I would presume so.

[He didn't exactly open it up to test it out.]