it's his birthday Nezha: "who dares stand before my presence?" points his spear at you "speak your business now, or be turned to ash." You: gives him a cake Nezha: "a...cake..? for me...? you....you made this for me..?". You: "yeah, didn't know how old you were so I just put as many candles I could fit on it....um...happy birthday...?". Nezha: "huh....I..I don't know what to say...thank you...."
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