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@olivinepride.bsky.social

Sibling to a certain Steel-Type Gym Leader. You might see me running the Daycare sometimes, too. โ€” A Confection of https://jamcat Art and caps will be sourced officially or credited in alt text.

โ€œWell, uh... it's red meat. Guess I could phrase it like that.โ€ Not like that would be shameful to admit. That's probably the best way he could phrase it without being obvious. โ€œAlways like my meat on the rare side, but it's been gettin' so raw, might as well be huntin' it myself.โ€

๐Ÿงโ„•๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•œ๐•š๐Ÿง@pinkytsun.bsky.social ยท last yr.

"...What kind of bad craving are we talking about exactly?" It would be quite a change of expression if she did freak out, right now she looks completely calm and blank.

โ€œNot really. Not that that's really the issue, anyway, but I don't eat everythin' I catch regardless. More of a mind-clearin' activity than anythin'.โ€ Smiling. Though, it did seem a little forced... unlike him. โ€œI just have these cravings recently. Like, real recently...โ€

๐Ÿงโ„•๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•œ๐•š๐Ÿง@pinkytsun.bsky.social ยท last yr.

She floats near him before landing down on her feet. "Hungry? You can't get any luck with fishing around here?" An odd and off-putting look of concern would show up within the pinkette's face.