[ Rin would find him sitting under a tree, legs folded under him and with seems to be a somewhat thin booklet in his good hand. He seems to be preoccupied with something; maybe the sky or a cloud, who knows? Either way, his attention is on his friend when he finally approaches. ]

Wotcher, Rin! Seeing as it's your birthday and all, I thought I'd give you a present. Nothing special.

[ And give him a second to lean against the trunk of the tree and get up. ]

You look like you've got something on your mind though.