((posting slightly early (my birthday is in March) as per my discussion with Kyrit))
"This is too much, really... Sending the birthday boy to the store to get his own presents." A young boy strode purposefully into the shop, muttering to himself. Despite his tender years, he had an imperious air to him, and he browsed the wares with impatient movements, as if he owned the place. He wished only to make his selections quickly, so he could return to his chambers and resume his studies.
He had been foolish for looking forward to this.
When he was younger, birthdays were a special occasion. They didn't have much, but Rey would always manage to scrape something together--- a small cake, or a bit of roast meat, something they normally wouldn't have dreamt of. They would go out to the rooftop of an abandoned tower and stare at the city lights, sprawling out below them like candles in the night.
Now, however, his birthdays were a cold affair. He would receive congratulations and cursory gifts from his peers at the College--- small trifles that were nevertheless worth more than all his birthdays with his brother put together--- but there was no one to celebrate with anymore.
"I'll take the Dove Lubshi, Creo Beetanke, Renegade Battleheart, and a Constellation Werebetta," he said, leaning back and folding his arms. He supposed they would be helpful in his work, so the trip hadn't been completely worthless. "Have them delivered to me," he said, turning on his heel and sweeping out the door. He couldn't be bothered to stay, much less return to pick up his items.
{Gifts shipped}