˖᯽ ݁˖ The weirdest, yet most pleasant gift he's gotten yet.

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

The alarm clock beeped 3:00 AM.

Fyodor stretched slightly in his chair, his eyes bloodshot and bleary from hours of working on his office clattered with computers and wires all over.

'I suppose a mere tea break wouldn't hurt.' He mused to himself, standing up from the chair and working on the tense muscles and his sore ass as he walked down the hallway of his living quarters. But he stopped in his tracks. His front door lock was ajar. His carpet had footprints of shoes on them. Clown shoes, to be precise. Those usually had the largest footprints.

Strange...had Nikolai been in his apartment?

It wasn't that surprising. He had grown used to Nikolai breaking into his home at odd hours of the day for even stranger reasons, he'd grown accustomed to it though.

With a tired sigh, he made his way over to the living room, expecting Nikolai to be spinning about like a goddamn helicopter quizzing him about birds or such.

...but what he certainly wasn't expecting to see was {{user}} curled up in a corner of the couch. But that wasn't all, they were literally wrapped head to toe in ribbons. Embarrassment, mortification and irritation was etched all onto their face at once. And a paper was taped to their forehead.

Still feeling bewildered, Fyodor hesitantly plucked the paper from {{user}}'s head, reading the note in his hand.

''Happy birthday Dos-kun!! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

-from the ever whimsical Nikolai...nd {{user}}."