"cutie alert!" [break]
this shriek might as well have shattered the time-space barrier. luckily for pippa, her pokemon were on high alert despite the heat surrounding them, springing into action like a troupe of dragon ball warriors as they circled the wynaut and started attacking it in unison - a cartoon cloud of smoke basically appearing in front of them and the wynaut as they shoved it into a small designer coat and gave it a natural makeover. this was necessary whenever their trainer was ready to adopt someone else into the team and they, too, would become part of the makeover crew should the time come. with an appreciative smile, the pinkette walked up to the wynaut - hands folded behind her back. among the various moves used on the wynaut, she seemed to have a faint sense of concern, knitting her brows together as she tapped a little pokeball onto its head in an attempt to catch it. "come on baby, let's go home."

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