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DOODLE DUMP! request edition ! !
top to bottom rows, left to right: @slowgunk , @fallen-phxtxgrapher , @waveraging, @rivalbede , @fallcr , @189time , @caramelchips , && @champiowned
slowgunk replied to your post: �� // ,,o v o,,
// Bonding over puffy frog cheeks I’m going to crY
He just stands there puffing out his cheeks for like....five minutes.
“ Mom squad ! ”
@slowgunk
It was break time for the agent, a heavy sigh leaving her lungs. Despite her break, she was expected to keep herself alert at all times. Still, she tried to make something out of it, scooping some ice cream out of her crepe, eating it idly. That was when she sensed the presence of another, who was ogling her crepe.
❝ .... You want some? ❞
When Saturn recently saw a person and a Croagunk having a lovely nap together.
He felt that. H a r d.
Reminds him of a much more... simpler time.
Somehow they run into each other again. Somehow, the Croagunk has acquired a few churros. He offers one to the agent with a croak.
@slowgunk
❝Oh?❞
❝You are offering me this?❞ The agent crouches in front of the little frog as he speaks, his long brown coat brushing against the dirt on the ground, while he listens to the pokémon’s croaks. Looker nods along intently to those croaks, much as if he was involved in an intense conversation. In a way, he is. A part of his heart finds this scene to be nostalgic, a faint hint of a hazy memory of a similar situation nesting within his thoughts as he looks at the churro held out towards him. Gently, he allows his fingers to wrap around the snack. ❝That is very kind of you, yes.❞
A kind smile finds its way to his lips, his eyes, his entire face which beams softly as he looks at the Croagunk, the churro resting in his palm. He is smiling at the pokémon in front of him, he really is, but perhaps a sliver of that smile is dedicated to the memory of someone else.
He takes a small bite. It’s good. It’s really good.
❝Thank you very much. You are a very good pokémon, yes. Hah, you have managed to get a hold of quite the churros treasure, there! Congratulations on your haul!❞
A Croagunk approaches. He's scrounged up 1,000 Poke somehow, looking to attempt a toss.
@slowgunk
Rose blinked, looking down at the little bipedal frog. “O... Oh my. Uh, Ball Guy? Are Pokemon allowed to compete?” he called.
“Why of course! This event is open to all, regardless of species!” Ball Guy replied. “As long as there’s no cheating -- no psychic powers or the like!”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem with this little darling...” Rose handed the Croagunk his Dive Ball -- being careful to keep his hands clear of the poison claws. “Just be careful with that, okay? I wouldn’t want to see you accidentally get sucked in!”
🐤 // ,,o v o,,
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