hcminhee | the gifts of delibird
In the corner of the deserted lobby, the stark contrast of red on pale yellow catches her eye. Suspicion has her looking away; curiosity has her looking back. Still miffed at having to leave the artisan street empty-handed, Minhee throws caution to the wind and approaches the box, rife with claw marks and emitting a restless scratching sound. There’s no inkling of hesitation when she tugs on one end of the scarlet ribbon, which gives far more easily than expected, and crouches to open the box.
The pokémon inside the box put up a fight when it was being put inside, and when it was left there, scratching at the sides, the lid, the bottom. Really, it was surprising the box hadn’t fallen apart before Minhee tugged at the ribbon and lifted the lid, causing the pokémon inside to stop scratching for a moment and look up at its new trainer with shining eyes.
Congratulations Minhee, it seems like you just got yourself a new shiny male Mienfoo! If for any reason you don’t want to keep this gift of yours, please feel free to drop it off at Professor Go’s adoption center and he’ll give you an extra five pokédollars in return.
Regardless of your choice, it also seems like there were five pokédollars at the bottom of the box for you to keep! Happy holidays!



















