Ren Olvry
Supernova
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2012
Most kids got their first pokemon around when they were ten or so; that much was common knowledge. An early, sometimes too early start on a journey, an adventure to reach the top, however one decided to do it. Some, on the other hand, didn't. Whether through being blocked by a parent, or whatever else, they either had to wait until it was already too late, or just not have a pokemon to adventure with.
The father had not been one of those people, but his daughter? Well, circumstances, that being her mother's arguing, had prevented it. Now, however, the girl was turning 18; old enough to be considered an adult and make her own decisions. If she was going to have a partner at all, and her father was certain she probably wanted one, now would probably be the time to get one. Never mind that it would be a rather late start.
Thus came the day of her birthday, but rather than a direct approach, something a bit more... subtle seemed fitting. So the pokeball, left in its small size, was wrapped up, placed in a belt that only had the one slot for it, and then boxed and further wrapped before it was left just outside the girl's door for her to find when she woke up and came out. He thought it would be perfect; a Riolu, not a pokemon particularly commonly seen, and better yet a fighting-type. If there was any sort of pokemon that could stand alone to defend someone, that was probably it... though there was still some worry of aggression early on.
Ah well... he just hoped his daughter enjoyed her main birthday present.
The father had not been one of those people, but his daughter? Well, circumstances, that being her mother's arguing, had prevented it. Now, however, the girl was turning 18; old enough to be considered an adult and make her own decisions. If she was going to have a partner at all, and her father was certain she probably wanted one, now would probably be the time to get one. Never mind that it would be a rather late start.
Thus came the day of her birthday, but rather than a direct approach, something a bit more... subtle seemed fitting. So the pokeball, left in its small size, was wrapped up, placed in a belt that only had the one slot for it, and then boxed and further wrapped before it was left just outside the girl's door for her to find when she woke up and came out. He thought it would be perfect; a Riolu, not a pokemon particularly commonly seen, and better yet a fighting-type. If there was any sort of pokemon that could stand alone to defend someone, that was probably it... though there was still some worry of aggression early on.
Ah well... he just hoped his daughter enjoyed her main birthday present.