august...

having day offs were rare.

having day offs on the same day? a miracle. 

so when august realized this, he immediately went, "we should have a karaoke night!" 

december, without missing a beat, responded with, "you're tone deaf?" 

august smiled anyway, probably saying something like, "come on, it's just for fun! plus we don't get to hang out like this often–families hang out too, you know?" 

april, being the hot-headed spicy food eating agent he is went, "december's probably going to sleep through the whole thing." 

"will not." december says.

the two starts arguing, you know? like the usual.

august just sighed.

the door opened, you finally arrived from your mission! 

the hope that august lost immediately came back to him.

"[codename]! you're here! let's have a karaoke night!" 

"august… sure? i'm tired though…" 

"then you can sleep on my shoulder on the way to the karaoke, april will drive." 

"oi! i didn't agree on go-"

"pffft-"

"stop laughing december!" 

you just sighed.

when the four of you got to the karaoke place, december immediately fell asleep on one of the couches

at this point it felt like you and august were taking care of actual children.

april was talking his head off, grumbling like someone stole his candy spices.

august browsed the catalog and picked a song.

the suspense was unbearable. what is he going to sing?

suddenly you found the microphone shoved in your hand.

august was cheering you on with a devilishly sly grin.

"go [codename]!" 

"shut the fuck u– It's britney, bitch. ♪"

when your song was over, you chose the next song and shoved the mic to april.

"i'm not doing this. this is bullshit."

"shut up or i'm cancelling your monthly subscription to spices-dot-com."

"hey, you two, stop arg-" august tried to intervene.

"the fuck are you talking about?"

"...too noisy…"

"there, there, december. here's a marshmallow." august said as he gave december another marshmallow. 

"why you–"

then a familiar drumroll resonated through out the room. 

next thing april saw was rick astley.

in your opinion, april deserved the rick roll.

"no. i am not doing this."

"remember your spices, april."

"[codename], you're cruel– never gonna give you up–♪"

while april was going through his personal hell, the rest of you– basically you, august, and a sleeping december– decided to order food and drinks. 

once april was done, he chose a song and passed it to december. 

"somebody once told… me… zzz…"

"...he didn't even get five words in…"

"i told you he's gonna sleep through this." 

"well that just means you're gonna carry him to the car." 

your statement made april aggravated.

"well, well, it's my turn now!" august said as he picked another song. 

"august… did you really choose to sing happy birthday?" 

"that's the only song i know how to sing!" 

okay…? you let him be, at least he's enjoying himself right?

"HappY BirtHdaY tO yOU~"

the first line was… it was something that couldn't be explained in words…

well, at least he sounds decent for a drunk person.

"hAaaPpY bIIIIRTHDay, dEaR–"

"okay, august, dear, that's enough. you've had too many drinks."

"but [codename], all i drank was water."

"oh."