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“あなたはかわいそうです...” Was that a compliment or was that an insult? It was hard to tell. It was spoken with such vitriol that it could burn through steel like acid, yet there was still a certain amount of admiration to it. Had he not been exhausted and contemplating his options, then maybe, just maybe, the two would finally see eye-to-eye on something.

Yet the matter at hand divided them even further. As Wukong kept one hand tightly hugging his bag to his hip as the other pointed his Bo Staff skyward, Wukong was adamant in his repose as he shouted.

Send Behind the Scenes, and one of my muses, and I’ll tell you a convo I had with them at one time.

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Grovyle had found himself at the Hall of Origin seemingly alone for what seemed like forever, never believing he could’ve done such an impossible task, nevermind the fact he did it alone, without anyone’s help at all, he was weak and lightheaded, but he did it.

 He had restored the future to it’s purest form, a smile on his face as he continued to walk down the corridor, opening the large door into a world that was his present times, the sunrise beginning to form with colors of orange and yellow, as he sat down, staring up into his first sunrise in what felt like an eternity. 

Grovyle had done it. He couldn’t believe it, but it was the truth. He’d never been this happy in his life since meeting Eon, his now deceased friend. But, Grovyle did it not just for him, but for everyone. He was the only one able to accomplish such a mission; the only one valiant and strong enough to take it on. 

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💖 : Inspire me

@technoheart @evilheinz @mayhemics @hcg-wild @tornhonored

💛 : Make me laugh

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💙 : Support me (This one is going to be a repeat I think haha!)

“Why’s that bird staring at me,” she whispered to the air, taking her waffle away from her mouth.

A hand promptly slammed the satchel closed as another took hold of the bo staff coiled in his tail. With a foot then lifting up and dragging the satchel back across the ground, his leg arched itself back up so that a free hand could quickly drape the strap of the satchel around his shoulder. It was then that he quickly took a flip backward and, with his bo staff fully revealed, pointed it towards the Mandibuzz with a scowl.