[He recognized the flowers in an instant. They were the same ones from that field, the day he evolved against that monstrous Charizard. How he loathed that day. The day of his evolution should have been the day he claimed his freedom, but that beast and his silver-haired human had to interfere. He snorts again, touching Twilight's arm with his frozen tusk. He should crush you just for thinking you deserve his audience, but... those flowers.
He closes his eyes, pulling his tusk away and taking the bouquet with it. Fine. Your offering is acceptable. He will hear what you have to say.]
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He closes his eyes, pulling his tusk away and taking the bouquet with it. Fine. Your offering is acceptable. He will hear what you have to say.]