[ Normally, he'd walk over and give a birthday gift in person, but due to recent events, the awkwardness in greeting Poland face to face is a little too much. He truly does feel bad about not stopping by; it's the first time in a long time he hasn't been with his friend on his birthday, so it's a little melancholy just walking to his mailbox holding his gift to put it in, not seeing Poland's face when he sees it, not knowing if it's good enough or not.
It's a pretty plain gift, so he can sort of expect Poland will want something else. The inside of the gift is a bottle of lotion, picked with uncertainty, wrapped in a shawl scarf. Attached to it with a safety pin what he's using in lieu of a card. ]
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It's a pretty plain gift, so he can sort of expect Poland will want something else. The inside of the gift is a bottle of lotion, picked with uncertainty, wrapped in a shawl scarf. Attached to it with a safety pin what he's using in lieu of a card. ]