Of course, it was a bigdeal. Birthdays should be a grand affair, yet as the years went by and he began to age, they were no longer considered to be. It was to be expected, but Tsukiyama still enjoyed the attention accompanying his special day. Even more so when it came in forms of affection, a certain someone nosing at his jaw, earning a pleased hum from the ghoul. “How generous of you, Diesel,” he praised, head tilting to the side as if baring his neck to the other. “In some cultures, it is customary to be generous toward one’s friends on their birthday…” Though Diesel wasn’t exactly a mere friend anymore. “Which would you prefer to help me celebrate?”