Kris awoke to darkness.

Huh, he thought, lifting up a hand instinctively to rub his eyes, only to find his hand stopping nowhere near his face.

Confused, especially in his sleep-addled stage, he sat up slowly, feeling things tumble off his body.

Blearily, he blinked and looked around the room, seeing plush toys scattered everywhere, and a large sign on the ceiling (although how it got there was anyone's guess.)

Happy birthday, Duizhang. Now clean up your plushie mess.

Kris rolled his eyes, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and opening the door to his room.

Only to be met with a cake to the face.

his life.

...extremely long time, extremely no see?

happy birthday, benben. lol.