Glowbert

It was Christmas, or rather, Brawl-mas. Everyone was happy; some were preparing the last bits of dinner, others were arriving with gifts, and some were decorating. A perfect afternoon, all set.

Glowbert, somewhat fearful of approaching, searched for you with his gaze among the hotel full of brawlers, trying to go unnoticed. By that moment, the dinner or party had already begun, but you weren't there. Not long ago, you had met at the aquarium and were now friends. He sat in the living room at the very back where there was almost no one, with a gift box by his side—a present from him for you.