The chorus of birds chirping amid the trees and the slight disturbances caused by a stray morning breeze failed to awake Kirby from his slumber. Having lived up in his treehouse for a long time, he was used to the sounds around him by now. They were common noises, proving to be more of a fresh greeting to him rather than a nuisance. As a result, he continued to sleep peacefully while the sound of his normal breathing pervaded the small amount of space inside the treehouse.
Suddenly, the door to the treehouse was kicked open a little roughly and a Jigglypuff entered, a cake present in her tiny nubs. Looking toward the bed, she smirked amusingly when she saw that Kirby was still asleep. Not that she was surprised; she knew that the puffball liked to sleep in and thus didn’t ordinarily wake up early. She was also thankful that her earlier kick hadn’t awoken him. She hadn’t planned on doing so, but didn’t really have any other options when it came to opening said door due to how her nubs were occupied, what with carrying the cake and all.
She proceeded to carefully place the cake on the table at the back of the treehouse near the fireplace, which had long gone out by now with nothing but dull, grey ashes left in the grate. She took one last look at the cake; given Kirby’s appetite, the whole thing would be gone before she even knew it. It was spherical in shape, with a chocolate-flavored coating that contained rich and creamy fudge on the inside. On top, written in pink icing (it seemed like such a fitting color to choose) were cursive words spelling out, Happy Birthday Kirby! She smiled at the celebratory dessert treat, giggling softly as she thought of how joyous and ecstatic the little puffball would be when he woke up and saw what awaited him on his special day.
Now it was time to break the news to him; any missed sleep on his part would have to be made up later. She had gone through quite a bit of trouble to acquire this cake, along with quite a bit of muffled cursing on her behalf due to how she found out the hard way that Kirby’s treehouse didn’t have a ladder or any other easy method to gain access besides jumping from the multiple tree branches or, in her case, floating upward like a balloon until she reached the porch that encompassed the cabin-like structure (not easy to do when holding a cake). Due to the effort and sweat she had put into getting this cake for him, she wasn’t willing to wait until he naturally woke up to witness his reaction.
After approaching the bed, she began to give the puffball a few gentle shakes with her nubs. “Kirby! Kirby! Wake up, Kirby!”
The puffball stirred a few times, but didn’t open his eyes until a good thirty seconds had passed. He let out a small, light yawn before groggily looking at the balloon Pokémon.
“S-Sylv?” he wearily asked, rubbing his sleep-infested eyes. “W-what wrong? W-what the time?”
She gave him an unamused look. “Do you not honestly remember what today is, Kirby?”
When the pink puffball simply blinked his eyes back at her without responding, she sighed deeply. She knew Kirby was just a child, but she still hadn’t quite gotten over how naive and forgetful he could be. It did irritate her at times (not that she ever told him this).
“How about you get out of bed and look over toward the table?” she suggested, offering forth her nubs in case he needed some support in doing so.
After a few groans, Kirby heaved himself out of bed and almost fell upon the floor in the process. In his groggy state, he completely forgot about putting on his cap and sword sheath (the former was lying atop the adjacent window ledge while the latter was lying at the base of the bed). Sylvia noticed this, but didn’t bother to remind him. After all, if what she was imagining would happen came true, it was better that they be left where they were for the time being.
Holding onto Sylvia’s nubs for support, he raised his head toward the table in the back and noticed the spherical cake sitting on top of it. He simply blinked at it for a little while, examining its exterior details from where he stood.
Seeing how he still didn’t understand, Sylvia led him closer to the table so that the words in pink icing were visible to the puffball. “Now do you understand?”
Even with his childish nature and limited vocabulary skills, he quickly understood what it meant. A smile erupted across his face and he let out an excited squeal. He let go of Sylvia’s nubs, sat down upon one of the stumps circling the table that acted as chairs, pulled the cake hastily in his direction, and buried his head in the rich, chocolate-coated exterior.
Sylvia smirked amusingly at his immature actions, glad that he had finally understood the significance of the situation. While she generally disapproved of a number of the puffball’s childish antics, she made an exception due to it being his birthday and all. She walked up next to him and gave him a few gentle pats on his shoulder. His face, coated with chocolate and cake dough, emerged from the delicious treat and looked up at her quizzically.
“Even though you are a year older, it seems like some things never change,” she said.
He blinked at her a few times, his chocolate-coated face making him seem so adorable to the balloon Pokémon that she couldn’t help but giggle. Then she did something that she would never have thought of doing had it been any other day of the year. She leaned her head down and gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek, not caring about how she got some flecks of chocolate on her lips as a result.
“All the same, here’s wishing you a happy birthday, Kirby.”