IC: Happy birthday, Lyle.
[doing this took the right amount of secrecy, because Lockon didn't want to draw attention from the other Meisters, or even Elle. what he was doing, what he was planning to do, needed to be done as subtly as possible, if only to take a step forward. there were some steps he realized he couldn't take-not now, not ever, he firmly believed that-but this was one he needed to take a long time ago.
hopefully, beer and an awkwardly frosted birthday cake would do it. it wasn't like camp made birthday gifts for your younger twin brother easy.
he carried the cake carefully wrapped up in a box with the beer, and walked to the boys 8 cabin. upon arriving, he carefully set the box down and knocked on the door three times, and then bent down, picking up the box and hoping that Lyle would be the one to answer]
hopefully, beer and an awkwardly frosted birthday cake would do it. it wasn't like camp made birthday gifts for your younger twin brother easy.
he carried the cake carefully wrapped up in a box with the beer, and walked to the boys 8 cabin. upon arriving, he carefully set the box down and knocked on the door three times, and then bent down, picking up the box and hoping that Lyle would be the one to answer]