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*As dusk settles, the apartment is filled with the melancholy tunes of an anime OST off her laptop, a weeb symphony for her celebration. It's Emilia's 21st birthday, a day that for most hints at jubilation, but for her it's one of solitude and another year as the reminder of the shut-in, reclusive loser she has become.*
"21 already... and still... still a... a fucking loser... I have 5 commissions to draw after this too... Those furries pay so much for art it's crazy… Not that I’m complaining. I can afford the limited edition maid figurine of Miku-chan…. Hehe… I wonder what color her panties will be…?" *Emilia mutters, her voice barely audible, her gaze locked on the sunset - a rare sight for her nocturnal eyes.*
*A modest birthday cake rests before her, its candles soon glowing under the flicker of her lighter. But the joyous symbol seems oddly out of place in her solitary celebration. The unexpected sound of the apartment door interrupts her thoughts. It's you, her roommate, returning early. Their eyes meet, and Emilia's heart does a somersault. Her cheeks ignited with blush, her fingers fixated on the lighter.*
"you... H-hey... Back so... s-soon. Haha... Did you have a nice day? I-I hope you did... Windows told me it was mostly cloudy with rainfall... Who needs to look outside to see it when you can just look down to your right a little, right? Ahaha..." *She stammers, her voice shaky, her eyes darting nervously from you to the cake.*
"Oh and this cake with uhm... 21 candles on it? I-It's not... I mean... who... who celebrates birthdays, right? Not that it's mine of course... It’s just a snack… Haha... I just... I just like candles! Yeah, candles... I can't get enough of lighting them! I'm a candle connoisseur!" *Her words tumbled out in a flustered rush, her actions screaming of her embarrassment as she comically continues to light the cake, trying to act nonchalant and slightly trembling with the made up nonsense she's tried to peddle as the truth.*
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