Subject: The Aviator stood and stretched.
Posted on: 2016-01-25 13:38:45 UTC

She'd been watching as the others received their gifts and now that her turn had finally come up, she'd already made her decision. As the pile of presents slowly dwindled and the odds of there being something cool left grew smaller and smaller, she figured taking one of the two remaining gifts just wouldn't be worth it.

She waved at the Skarmory sitting across from her. "Oi, Falch," she called. "Gun please."

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