[Claude's dilemma: he knows that sometime around this time of the month, it would be Byleth's birthday in Fódlan. He knows this based on things he shouldn't know, and also knows that Byleth from his own world simply had a birthday he had chosen (or Jeralt had chosen) instead.
With that in mind, what was he supposed to do to mark Byleth's birthday? He wanted to ask him about it, but that invited questions he wasn't prepared to answer, and in any case, it might be nicer to make matters a surprise. So, sometime in the afternoon, Byleth will receive a familiar nudge of communion.]
Say, Byleth... I don't suppose you're at home right now?
[He is indeed, half-curled up in bed from an exhausting day of failing to fly and just giving himself incredibly sore back and shoulder muscles instead. So, when he accepted Claude's communion, there was a slight haze of drowsiness on the fringes of the connection.]
Perfect! Yeah, there's just this thing I thought you might want to lend a hand with.
[And with that mysterious pronouncement, he knocks on the door a minute later, as if he'd been lurking outside the whole time hoping to catch him while he was around.]
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With that in mind, what was he supposed to do to mark Byleth's birthday? He wanted to ask him about it, but that invited questions he wasn't prepared to answer, and in any case, it might be nicer to make matters a surprise. So, sometime in the afternoon, Byleth will receive a familiar nudge of communion.]
Say, Byleth... I don't suppose you're at home right now?
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Hm...? Yes, I am. Are you wanting to visit?
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[And with that mysterious pronouncement, he knocks on the door a minute later, as if he'd been lurking outside the whole time hoping to catch him while he was around.]
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