*jumps about a mile high out of surprise, looking like a startled cat* Jesus— Damn, Bakura! Why’d you gotta do that?Annoyed at being foiled Ammon put his face against the leg and hung off his jeans.
"No doubt. It is rare I find an alternate of myself that shares this birthday. Rather aggravating when it comes to that. His name is Ammon. He is- Ammon tell Ryou how old you are." The little boy didn’t move his face but he held up a hand showing four fingers. "This many.”
The star ruffled the untidy black hair proudly. “We already had a special meal this morning. That is a dairy free cake, if it matters to you. You have plans for your day, yes?”
The grin on his face was wide and cheerful. The child was just absolutely adorable. He just wanted to cuddle him and smush his face. Chewing happily on the delicious cake, the Brit moved his attention to the winged man.
"Ah— Actually, no, no I don’t. I don’t really plan on doing much today. Probably not going to work, though. I might play with Ophie or make some new models. I haven’t made little figurines in years," he mused, tapping the container with his fork.
Ammon smiled with only one visible eye until his shyness took over and had him half hiding among Bakura’s feathers.
"I too exploited the generosity of my working superiors and have been given a days break from work so Ammon and I may enjoy the day." He was all set for an unremarkable chat, but perked up and changed tack at the f word. "Figurines? For one of your make-believe adventure games?"