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[noplaidshirt]

 [Welcome to the most mundane dream ever.  Opening a little wooden door leads into a kitchen, rich with the aroma of cooking foods.  There are dozens of cupboards and pantries that lie open, but rather than food, they're filled with staircases.  No matter which stairs you take, you'll wind up in what appears to be a teenage girl's bedroom--most likely because it is.  It's a bit cluttered, with papers and knickknacks scattered everywhere.  A plastic tank on one shelf contains a disgruntled-looking Croagunk in the place of its usual resident, and everything is floating on a thin, pale red mist, the same kind that appears should one look out the window.  Paprika herself is flopped down on a cushion of said smoke, staring up quizzically at the ceiling.]

Man, this is tripping balls.

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her ability is immunity (to common sense, but nonetheless........)

[noplaidshirt]

Him? Nah, Greg's always angry. He tried to beat me up with his frog-fu when he first hatched!

[Paprika listens with interest, having never considered utilizing the Pokedex for... Anything, really.]

Mascots? Iunno who'd want a grumpy little guy like this plastered all over their merch.

[Greg responds with a notably offended ribbit-esque noise.]

[cuteponytail]

[Hilda laughs a bit, and drowns out whatever else the Pokedex was going to say.] I think its cheeks are endearing, though.

[She smiles down at the scowling, angry Greg.]

[noplaidshirt]

His cheeks, huh?

[Shifting Greg in her arms once again, Paprika pokes at the circular pouches on his cheeks, eliciting more disgruntled croaking, which in turn only serves to make her laugh.]

Ha, I guess you're right! He looks kinda cute like this, even if he's still being a little grump.