#pip-greninja

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SPRITZEE STACKS SPRITZEE STACKS SPRITZEE STACKS SPRITZEE STACKS

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Continued from here Here

Dexter was rather confused, approaching one of the Venipede he had only met so few times, sitting down at a safe distance with them, a wing out to pet which ever felt like coming up to him.

“Have you two seen Pip?”

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@pip-greninja continued from {X}

         Granted Araxie COULD have hunted in the waters, but in all honesty she had been performing such actions for days and craved some fresh fruits. Her kind was omnivorous after all, so they required more variety in their diet.

         As she pulled her physique across this new shoreline, sensitive hearing caught wind of a rustle in the trees. Mentally preparing herself for battle, the Primarina set cerulean sights upon noise’s source with an aloof gaze. When it turned out to be some curious Pokemon, she blinked before allowing countenance to shift into a softer expression.

         “ՕᎻ, yes. I have just arrived here,” she explained. “ᎪᏞႽՕ would you mind if I search for and procure some berries, in this area? I can assure you that I will try not to overstay my welcome.”

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@pip-greninja “Continued from Here”

Dexter had a box it was Christmas themed but of course that was so far away, he placed it on his bed, opening his arms for a hug for the blue frog to come in. “Come in I wanna show you it right!” 

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@pip-greninja liked your post “Starter Call II” 

Dexter almost always knew where Pip was, he just got in the habit of learning his stalker’s patterns it was the least he could do for the guy.

“Pip, I need you to come here, I got something for ya” The bird made his way to his bedroom window, a common entry point for the frog, despite Dex having told him several times to make his way in regardless.

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is this a new muse or are you making new icons for Grey?

You know you could just ask on Discord, right?

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@pip-greninja liked for a starting call

It had been months since Dexter last saw his froggy boyfriend, making his way to his camp in hopes of seeing him, the poor bird had been worried sick, as he made his way in calmly yet in a manner to be rushed and find him.

“Pip? Are you here Sweetie?”

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