Noivern mail!!
The green Noivern shoves her way into the Pokemon center. Tightly held in one claw seems to be a bouquet of red and pink peonies. In her other seems to be a neatly folded letter, in jagged but neat lettering addressed to ‘Nurse Jordan’.
Once the items have been collected, Hibiscus finds a comfy spot to lay. She seems to have sprawled herself across the middle of the walking path however. She doesn’t seem to care either, already fast asleep for a nap.
The letter reads:
“My dearest Jordan, I do hope you’ve been keeping well since our last visit. I simply wanted to thank you for that, I had such a lovely time with you. I had passed a stall of these bouquets when I was out on a task for Clandestine and thought of you. I hope you don’t mind the surprise gift! I wished to come by again but I’m buried in work as it would seem, but Hibiscus seems eager to swing by. Perhaps next time I can deliver you flowers in person? Well wishes, Reo.”
-- @trace-detective
Oh hello there Hibiscus! Thank you for the flowers and the- oh! Note!
Why how kind of him. :)
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"Oh Reo~♡" The nurse whispers, absolutely breathless. Yet, somehow the detective always managed to do that? Jordan's eyes settle on the letter Hibiscus had delivered and then the flowers. He finds himself unable to move, the letter's words lulling him into a rosy, romantic haze. Lucky continues in his stead to help the few customers and trainers Hibiscus pushed her way through. At some point Sunset had floated over, settling easy besides the sprawled-out dragon. Their perfect little puzzle pieces. "What a way you have with words, My Dear Detective." Between waves of customers and patients, Jordan settles. His back against the wall, gazing at the brilliant bouquet his admirer has left. Red and Pink? And peonies at that. Passion and tenderness all at the same time. Jordan's face manages to flush a shade of red akin to the flowers he holds. "Oh, how he knows me too well." Eventually, the love letter finds a home in the pocket of Jo's uniform. The delightful arrangement also finds a proper home in a pleasant vase atop the counter. A warm welcome and a touch of homeliness to visitors of his Pokémon Center. Even so, Jordan catches his gaze drifting towards the flowers, a bubbly smile sneaking across his face. The day seems to blur together as his mind wanders. It seems he's already trying to draft an excuse to send the detectives another care package. . . Come Again Soon~
