[ The feed opens to a triumphant Lucario face. Behind Strike is the blue Olivine sky, framing Lucky and Skarmory's bulky frames as three of the girls of Leon's team relax on the sand. ]
I am with eggs.
[ Skarmory blinks, surprised, while Lucky rolls over onto her back and thumps her tail happily, raising clouds of dust. ]
Congratulations.
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Run and glomp her, of course. He hasn't quite heard about the eggs just yet, though, so he's his normal derpy self. Enjoy, girls. He's going nowhere fast.]
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Lucky wags her tail. Skarmory makes a low, screechy noise. ]
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What?
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You're sickening. My beak will rot.
[ Eyeroll from Strike. Translation: ignore her, my cuddles are nicer. ]
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How? We're not in your beak.
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Why do you bother?
A good question...
He's barely a puppy himself, he can't have puppies.
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Wait. Puppies?
Hi, Strike. Sen's getting in your face now.]
You're with eggs?
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[ Nuzzle nuzzle. ]
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