What comes from the sea - birthday - will return

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

As it turned out, there was at least one pair that had remember Seapaw's birthday, and that was both Roan and Michael. Roan had kept an eye on the upcoming date for a while, struggling to think of something that he could give to his cousin. He wasn't exactly the best gift giver, considering the fact that he didn't enjoy gifts all that much himself. So, he had decided to go off and find Michael, knowing that the bobcat was fairly proficient and receiving and giving gifts – or just stealing them. At first, the other had been surprised by the request, but it wasn't long before he and Roan figured things out, with the both of them feeling fairly confident in the gifts that they had decided on. Michael seemed almost sheepish as he carried his gift along, following after Roan as the medic strolled across the beach and towards Seapaw's laying form. Roan found a bit of a smirk coming to his face when he noticed Seapaw's lazy stretched out position, and he dropped a small gift wrapped package on the other's chest, saying softly, "Happy birthday, Seapaw. I got Michael to help me out with a gift for you, so if you hate it, blame him." The zombified feline then stepped back, sitting down in the sand and wrapping his tail around his paws. Within the box was a rather thick book, with safety guidelines for deep sea diving, and where to find the best hidden treasures beneath the waves.

Michael, meanwhile, snorted at Roan's rather blunt approach, making his way over with his gift clenched in his jaws. The dealer looked down for a moment before placing his gift on top of Roan's, muttering casually, "Uh... I made this for you, for your birthday. With a bit of help, obviously. I wasn't about to spend ages searching for a bunch of intact sand dollars..." The gift that Michael had come up with was a sturdy wire necklace, with a string of sand dollars on it. In the middle of the sand dollars was a dried starfish, hanging down from one of its legs. The starfish had already been dried when Michael had gotten it, thankfully. Still feeling a little ridiculous about the relatively simple gift, the bobcat stepped back a little, saying with an awkward chuckle, "It's alright if you don't like it. Like Roan said, you can blame me for the both of them." He then just smiled at the other, a hidden grateful look in his eyes. After all, Seapaw was part of the reason why Michael was still within the Typhoon. If he and Roxie hadn't dragged him back...

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan