The Lizard-folk of Etheria are arguably the most unique of the planet's myriad of sentient species owing in part to the fact that while the other peoples were mammalian & therefore gave birth to living children, the Lizard-folk hatched from eggs.

This lead to a cultural tradition of not celebrating what the other races would call a birthday as they didn't consider their lives to start at one specific point.

Rogelio kept to this practice, not out of any cultural affinity but rather because growing up in the Etherian Horde celebrating birthdays was seen as a unnecessary frivolity. Oh it was an open secret that some people, overwhelmingly of the older generation, would host private celebrations with whatever friends they could get together but the large elaborate displays seen in the wider world was unheard of.

Even after the invasion of Horde Prime with the Fright Zone reorganized under Scorpia's leadership most people allowed their birthday to come & go without too much of a commotion made.

Which is why when his old squadmates came to an agreement to get together on each other's birthdays & catch up on what was going on in their lives, it was more than enough for him.

So here they were, Adora & Catra had come to the house he, Kyle & Lonnie shared. Adora had gone through his file & identified today as what she called his "hatch day" which the rest of his friends had determined would serve as his birthday, not that he cared either way but it seemed to make them happy. The cake Catra had picked up from a Bright Moon bakery was delicious though & they all had a good laugh when the Magicat got frosting in her fur.

Rogelio didn't ever see himself making a big deal of his "birthday" but if it allowed him to share such moments with his friends, the closest thing he had on Etheria to family, than he certainly wasn't complaining.