[That was a really, really tall Cubchoo-- but a friendly one, and Ichiro didn't need his mood-reading abilities to understand that. Nodding firmly in agreement, the little Ralts angled his head upward as if trying to get a better look at his new friend.
He really wanted to try one, but he wasn't just going to go in and take one either. That was stealing, and stealing was bad.
You didn't happen to have any of that weird paper stuff on you, Mister Cubchoo?]
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He really wanted to try one, but he wasn't just going to go in and take one either. That was stealing, and stealing was bad.
You didn't happen to have any of that weird paper stuff on you, Mister Cubchoo?]