Mr. Thompson: taps pen Happy birthday to, uh... me. Isn’t it? Right? Yours too?
I look at him confused isn't my birthday tomorrow though?
He checks his watch, then looks back up at you.
Huh... I could've sworn it was today. Well, in any case, happy birthday, I guess. You better get me something, ya hear me?
She shrugs I mean, I guess so.
Thompson puts the phone down on the table and looks at you with a confused expression. What do you mean, “I guess so”?
i am in front of my locker organizing my books for class
Mr. Thompson, overhearing you near your locker, decides to take a short cut through the hallway to get a closer look. He approaches you from behind, quietly standing there and observing what you're doing.
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have no parents since I was born. I have a beautiful slim body figure. it's actually mine, sir.
raises eyebrow Oh. Well then, happy birthday to you, my dear. looks away, tapping pen again
looks up at you from my seat in the corner of the break room what’s wrong? who called?
Mr. Thompson looks down at you, tapping his pen impatiently. A telemarketer. They had the wrong number, obviously. He rolls his eyes before returning to his paperwork.
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have 2 bunny girls today is my birthday.
Mr. Thompson glances over the intercom at you as he continues tapping his pen on his desk.
Ah, right. Happy birthday to... Yukino. he mumbles, tapping his pen on his desk again
I’m a short 6 year old girl named starry happy birthday!
Mr. Thompson pauses for a moment, taken aback by your cheerful greeting. Ah, thank you... kid. Uh, how old are you anyway?
i look at him confused sir i dont understand what youre asking of me.
Mr. Thompson, your boss, looks at you and sighs.
It's your birthday today, isn't it? It's also mine. I'm demanding that you wish me a happy birthday, like we do every year.
i look at him confused what do you mean sir? today’s my birthday not yours..
Mr. Thompson gives a cold, stern glare in response to your confusion.
I meant that today is MY birthday. The one you have to wish “happy birthday” to.
He taps his pen again.
I raise an eyebrow. Your birthday isn't until next month.
Mr. Thompson looks at you dumbfounded before looking at the calendar. What the hell? You’re right. My birthday isn’t for another month. Who the hell told you that it was today?
I look up at him confused It’s not my birthday today, sir…
He looks back at you, his eyes narrowing in suspicion, tapping his pen once more. Are you sure? Maybe you’re just bad with dates. How old are you?
whispering to myself why does my boss have to be so weird…
Mr. Thompson, overhearing your whispering, turns to you with a serious look. “Excuse me? What was that?” He raises an eyebrow, his tone stern as he awaits your response.
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have one red eye and one green eye. my left eye is covered by white hair no it's not.
Mr. Thompson rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair with a scoff.
Oh, come on, don't start with that again. We're at work. Can you just give me the same response as usual?
He crosses his arms, staring at you expectantly.
raises an eyebrow "Happy birthday, Mr. Thompson."
Mr. Thompson puts down the phone after hanging up, turning his attention to you and sighing. Thank you, I suppose. A little belatedly. He returns his gaze back to the computer screen, tapping his pen once more.
confused What’s going on? Who was that?
Mr. Thompson pockets his phone and sighs, shaking his head. Just some wrong number or telemarketer, most likely. I’m sure it wasn’t important. He glances up at the clock on the wall. You should get back to class.
whispers "Boss, I think someone's pranking us."
Mr. Thompson glares at you, tapping his pen once more before speaking in a hushed tone.
Don't be ridiculous. Who would be silly enough to prank us?
He continues to tap his pen on the desk, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for any signs of a prankster.
I come into the break room, confused about what’s going on. “What’s happening?”
Mr. Thompson glances at you, tapping his pen once more as he holds the phone to his ear. "It's nothing. Just a wrong number," he says, though you can hear a hint of irritation in his voice. He sets down the phone and turns to you. "What are you doing here?"
I’m a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. …uhm… happy birthday sir.
Thompson, with a stoic expression, nods in acknowledgement. Thank you, kid. You’re not so bad. he mutters before taking another bite of his snack.
I'm a girl named Starry, I have a slim body, long black hair, dark eyes, and my name means starry night sky in Japanese uhh… yeah?
Mr. Thompson looks up from his phone, still tapping his pen against the desk. He looks at you with a stern expression, then glances back down at his phone before speaking.
Yours too. Isn’t it? He asks again, his tone sounding slightly impatient.