SS ー Junky's Birthday (2024)

"Is there anything you want for your birthday?"

"Hm~? What's gotten into you all of a sudden, Yoppie?"

Yoppie asked, swirling his whisky glass, after accidentally bumping into each other at the Sky Lounge.
Watching Yoppie move his hand in rhythm with the beautiful-colored liquid is so much fun
that giving him an answer is starting to feel as dry as dust.

 

"Lemme think~ Snow ♡"

"Anything that is not a person. And that you can generally come by."

"Nothing then! Anyway, what's going on here~? Why are you asking me that?"

"Everyone at BASKU is wondering what to do on your birthday. I figured asking you would be faster."

"Ahh...... Right, my birthday is coming up~"

"Don't you have a list of things you want or that you want to buy in that head of yours?"

"Hyaha! Those uh-oh wishlists people that often get attention on the internet or
those with some kinda delusions post?"

"Haha, you better not mention that anywhere else."

"You betcha♡ Still, ya know, I usually get what I want when I want it, so there's really nothin'."
 

I'd rather face up to what I want than play the hyena.

Besides, I'm not going to punch above my weight in order to get what I want and be the naked king.

 

"It may sound weird to generalize, but
when your birthday approaches, don't you start thinking about what you want to squeeze out of people? Especially young people like you."

"I hate being treated like a child!"
 

Memories of the past. Of birthdays, Christmas, Halloween.
If you get excited about such occasions, times of year, and words,
it must be because of all the great childhood memories.
That is why just hearing the classic Christmas songs makes you excited.

 

(It's kiiinda like hypnosis.)
 

Even as adults, the thorns imprinted on us as children continue to activate this pleasure area in our brains.

 

"What was that called? Pavlov's dog?"

"Why are we talking about dogs now?"

"Hyaha! Just crossed my mind. ★"

"Haha, that so?"
 

Simply indulging in such unconcerned desires might not be a bad idea.

It's much better than suffering. It may be heaven already.

"Is there anything that— could make you wag your tail like a dog?"

"What about you, Yoppie?"

"Hmm, there is...... was."

 
***
 

"I'm a puppy, a puppy... Something that could make my tail wag... Aaaaah, I dunno!!"

I went back to my room and thought about it, but I seriously have no clue.

Eventually, the clock struck 0:00, and it was my birthday.

Then, the door next door opened and closed, followed by footsteps comin.

"It's my sweet AK."

 

There is no fixed time for these footsteps, but just like right now, they bring me some delicacies on my birthday.

 

"Ah, I see."

That's it一 一.

 

I might just be one of Pavlov's dogs.

 

Happy Birthday, Junky.