A pink note reads next to the Loveball, although the paper smells almost like it’s been spritzed with a flowery scent : 'Take of this pokemon as if it were my heart that you so like to tease and pull on the strings. Alas, words of romance isn’t one of my strong points, but you are the dark knight to this princess of dreams' ♥
This was rather new wasn't it?
Grimsley can't say he ever really expects to get anything for this particular holiday that was more than meant for lovers. Of course, the history of this holiday revolves around some tragedy if one didn't think of the blatent commercialized nonsense companies making people buy red and pink related gifts with oversized boxes of candy.
Eyes glanced over the paper as he held it up. It stood out from the dark scheme of his room with the Loveball next to it. A pokemon?
'This scent...'
It was more than familiar to him that lightly wafted from the note. A presence he was more than familiar with. Simple woven words that held a lot of meaning. Romance was certainly not a strong point of his as well, still he remained single by choice. Why love a dark knight when you have one of light in armor that was more than tarnished?
"Hmm.."