[The samurai lets out an airy laugh that makes his eyes squeeze shut briefly. Scaramouche’s confusion at his antics doesn’t really phase him, and Kazuha finds himself looking forward to hopefully giving the immortal a memorable experience today. It’s not like dealing with a child— children generally knew why birthdays were celebrated and enjoyed them; Scaramouche is familiar with the concept but that appears to be all.

It’s somewhat exciting. Even though his own birthday had been a depressing failure, it was a comfort that he could share it now with someone who has never experienced it before.]

What if I want to?

[He pulls his hands from the Harbinger’s grip, only to press his fingers together innocently. If anything is a clear preview of what the day is likely to be like, then it’s this. You signed up for this, Scara.]

Hmm, getting a room will probably be worth it then. I don’t intend to let you be the only one drinking this time around.