[Sometime during the morning of the fifteenth, Ford will be visited by a very handsome Noctowl who comes carrying a pack with gifts.
Inside the pack, Ford will find a letter, a pokeball, and a wrapped package.
The pokeball contains a lvl 19 Solosis.
The wrapped package contains a handsome leather boundjournal. It is pretty thick, a clear invitation to write to one’s heart’s content. It has been monogrammed with a ‘SP’. When Ford opens it, he’ll find the first pages are covered in doodles of a small variety of the pokemon Jean and Armin know Ford owns. They are quite talented, though perhaps the work of someone who hasn’t always had the chance to hone that talent. The doodles are signed with a scrawled Jean. The next page is filled with the information Armin had been able to record on Ford’s new Solosis in neat, compact handwriting.
The letter is written in that same neat, compact handwriting. It reads:]
Dear Mr. Pines,
I hope this letter finds you well and I want to wish you a happy birthday. I realise I never asked for your actual age, but I feel that sort of thing is not particularly important, especially at your age.
I hope you enjoy these gifts. Jean helped me catch the Solosis. As you can see, he’s a bit of an anomaly. It made me think of you. I had one of the nurses at the pokemon centre look him over and she said he looked healthy, if a little odd. I actually caught another Solosis myself too, so perhaps we can compare them as they grow.
I also want to take the opportunity to thank you. For the last half year you’ve been patiently answering my every question. I know you said you don’t mind it, that you enjoy it, but I cannot really explain what this means to me. There is so much in this world that I do not understand, and you’ve been helping me make sense of it. I cannot properly explain how much that means to me.
Thank you.
Armin Arlert
PS: Jean wants me to add that he thinks Solosis looks like a butt. It does not. He’s being ridiculous.
HEY-HO IT IS THE FIFTEENTH HERE, MOVE OVER.
Inside the pack, Ford will find a letter, a pokeball, and a wrapped package.
The pokeball contains a lvl 19 Solosis.
The wrapped package contains a handsome leather bound journal. It is pretty thick, a clear invitation to write to one’s heart’s content. It has been monogrammed with a ‘SP’. When Ford opens it, he’ll find the first pages are covered in doodles of a small variety of the pokemon Jean and Armin know Ford owns. They are quite talented, though perhaps the work of someone who hasn’t always had the chance to hone that talent. The doodles are signed with a scrawled Jean. The next page is filled with the information Armin had been able to record on Ford’s new Solosis in neat, compact handwriting.
The letter is written in that same neat, compact handwriting. It reads:]
Dear Mr. Pines,
I hope this letter finds you well and I want to wish you a happy birthday. I realise I never asked for your actual age, but I feel that sort of thing is not particularly important, especially at your age.
I hope you enjoy these gifts. Jean helped me catch the Solosis. As you can see, he’s a bit of an anomaly. It made me think of you. I had one of the nurses at the pokemon centre look him over and she said he looked healthy, if a little odd. I actually caught another Solosis myself too, so perhaps we can compare them as they grow.
I also want to take the opportunity to thank you. For the last half year you’ve been patiently answering my every question. I know you said you don’t mind it, that you enjoy it, but I cannot really explain what this means to me. There is so much in this world that I do not understand, and you’ve been helping me make sense of it. I cannot properly explain how much that means to me.
Thank you.
Armin Arlert
PS: Jean wants me to add that he thinks Solosis looks like a butt. It does not. He’s being ridiculous.