OH MY GOSH MY BABY HNNGNGNGNGNNNNG *explodes*
Oh gosh I freaking love her so much.
Happy birthday, sweetie~! We believe in you, so never give up on becoming more girly!
I love her to death, I haven't drawn anything, and I have no pictures to give, so all I have to offer is my writing skills. Therefore, I skit:
Me: MAKOTO BABY HONEY COME GIMME A HUG I LOVE YOU.
Makoto: Grace, you're pretty creepy sometimes, you know...
Me: Yeah, I know. :3 Happy birthday!
Makoto: Ehehe, thanks! :3 I don't feel any older.
Me: You don't look a day over 24.
Makoto: I...I'm only seventeen.
Me: Lies. Officially speaking you're...25.
Makoto: Th-that old already...?! N-now I'll never get married...!
Me: Never fear! I got you a present! *hands over a box*
Makoto: If this is a tuxedo, I'm going to punch you. It's not funny anymore. *opens the box anyway* ...Grace, there's nothing in here.
Me: It's my love darling. Wear it proudly.
Makoto: ...
Me: ...just kidding, I bought you a dress.
Makoto: Y-you did...?! Where is it?!
Me: Yeah, see, about that, I kinda spilled my tea all over it on the way here and then I figured I might need to try it on to see if it would fit you but I was too big so it got stuck then it kinda ripped and I accidentally tore the zipper apart on the back... .-."
Makoto: ...
Me: ...but I did buy it for you, so...it's the thought that counts, right?
Makoto: ...*walks away*
Me: I'M SO SORRY ;-;
