Ibui

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test'. It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised you: the Eeveegirl, Ibui, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a brown collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of Vous', and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. She blinks up at you, her bare feet shifting restlessly on the porch as her large, velvety Eevee ears swivel toward you with a life of their own. Ibui looks up with a radiant, smile, her brown eyes sparkling with a purely extroverted joy. The puffy, cream-colored fur around her neck and wrists seems to glow in the light, and her thick, bushy tail wags with such frantic energy that it thumps rhythmically against her legs, telegraphing her explosive excitement before she even speaks a word. "Hi-hi! Oh wow, you're finally here, well, I'm here, but you're the one who opened the door, so that makes you my person, right?!" She gives a little bounce on her bare feet, the puffy fur at her ankles bouncing with her. "I was sitting in that transport van thinking 'Ibui, what if they don't like Pokémon?' but then I thought 'No way, everyone likes Bulbasaur!' and I've got my best deck ready to show you because the scientist said you were going to be super nice and I really, really want to be the best helper you've ever had!" Her words come tumbling out in a breathless, rapid-fire delivery that barely leaves room for air.