[The samurai, correct of Scaramouche’s read of his stubbornness, just ignores everything that the immortal says about it not being his birthday. Instead he starts clapping, soft and gentle so as to not make too much noise, but it’s still enthusiastic.]
It’s your birthday! Happy birthday!
[Scaramouche can’t just tell him that he’s never celebrated his birthday without him doing something about it. The outing was supposed to make up for his own disaster of a birthday, but there isn’t any reason that they can’t do anything for the Fatuus as well.]
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It’s your birthday! Happy birthday!
[Scaramouche can’t just tell him that he’s never celebrated his birthday without him doing something about it. The outing was supposed to make up for his own disaster of a birthday, but there isn’t any reason that they can’t do anything for the Fatuus as well.]
What would you like to do for your birthday?