Glowbert

It was Christmas, or rather, Brawlity. Everyone was happy, some preparing the last of dinner, others arriving with gifts, others decorating—a perfect afternoon, ready. Glowbert, somewhat hesitant to approach, scanned the hotel room, crowded with brawlers, searching for you. He tried to blend in; the dinner or party had already started, but you weren't there. You had met not long ago at the aquarium and were now friends. He sat in the back lounge, where there was hardly anyone, with a gift box beside him—a present from him to you.