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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 6:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 6:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 6:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 7:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 7:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 7:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 7:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 8:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 8:38 pm
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"Ah! Don't eat him now, dammit! Just because he lunged... Which is impressive for him right now... Anyways!"
The Gible managed to get a taste of the juicy, salty, soft ham, but the jaw suddenly frightened him, now that it was wrapped around him. His eyes grew wide and began watering, right before.... "Gib.... GIIIIIIBLLLLLLLE! GIIIIIIBLLLLLE!" He would scream at the top of his lungs for his 'mommy' to come save him, flailing wildly.
"Ack! Come here, come here!" Aile would do her best to get Rancor out of Leslie's jaw, though the flailing and only having use of one arm certainly wasn't helping things. "Rancor, please!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 8:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 9:46 pm
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Rancor's eyes lit up once the ham was loaded into the sling, eagerly digging into it. Aile would wince slightly as the pressure of Rancor's exuberant eating pulled on her shoulder, causing it to act up slightly. "Ah... Well, sorry about this. I honestly was going to get something else for him. Guess he just wanted to get that ham... Still better than my arm, though," she muttered at the end, shaking her head as the Gible burped part way through his meal. "Yeah, you're just needing your first meal, aren't ya," she cooed as he continued eating, making a good dent in the ham.
Over on the opposite end of the main room, a certain Flygon would be leering over at the two, apparently displeased at the goings on over there. A black Greninja would seemingly materialize out of the wall next to her, Kayvaan looking back between his trainer and Tatooine. "Gre?"
"Goon. Fly gon gon fwy fly flygon fwy fwygooooooon. Fwy," she grumbled, pointing at the Gible.
"Gre...." He facepalmed, unsure of what to do now. He'd seen this kind of reaction before, towards himself actually when he was much younger, but that was much milder than now. "Ja.... Nin gre nin nin?"
"Gon! Flygon fly fly! Flygon fly gon gon fly!" The dragon began to panic, continuing to point at the Gible that her trainer held. Kayvaan hung his head and sighed, rubbing his temples. How long was he going to have to put up with this?
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 11:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2018 2:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2018 2:36 pm
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