[ A neatly wrapped present will be left at Sylvain's door though a gift giver is notably absent. Apparently she's too embarrassed to actually be there to give him the gift. Though the box is on the larger side, when he picks it up he'll find it remarkably light in comparison. Opening it up will reveal why.
Inside is a crocheted stuffed fox nestled in a bed of tissue paper. Though a little droopy in the head and the arms, it has no less charm with it's pert little nose and button black eyes. She'd seen the fox tattoo on his arm and the more she had thought about it the more she came to associate the animal with him. ]
Apparently it's the holidays here and any excuse to give a gift to someone I like is good enough for me. Happy holidays, Sylvain. I hope you spend it with those you care about the most.
v backdated to 12/25 ðŸ˜
Inside is a crocheted stuffed fox nestled in a bed of tissue paper. Though a little droopy in the head and the arms, it has no less charm with it's pert little nose and button black eyes. She'd seen the fox tattoo on his arm and the more she had thought about it the more she came to associate the animal with him. ]
Apparently it's the holidays here and any excuse to give a gift to someone I like is good enough for me. Happy holidays, Sylvain. I hope you spend it with those you care about the most.
- Hilda