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[attr="class","text"] "It seems we've lost your father," Enzo muses to his goddaughter as they wander the open food court in the Lilycove mall. Of course, he knows that Kosei Kiryu has discreetly slipped away under the pretense of buying something practical when in reality he's buying an early holiday gift while it's on sale.[break][break]

Miu doesn't seem to pick up on the shenanigans though - she's too entertained by the piggyback ride she's coaxed from Enzo's annihilape. Despite her love of all pokemon pink and cutesy, she's taken an odd liking to the ghostly creature, and in turn it proves exceedingly patient with the six year old. Regardless of the species' typical aggression.[break][break]

"Woah, look!" From where she's perched on the annihilape's back, Miu reaches out to tug on Enzo's sleeve. When he looks down at her, she points. "It's a bread dog!!" There is an obvious enthusiasm in her voice, mixed with awe, and he can't help but let out an amused laugh.[break][break]

"What on earth are you talking about, Miu? At the cinnabon shop?" Maybe they'd gotten creative during baking. "I don't see any-" Finally, he manages to spy the focus of her pointing and he falls silent at the sight of the doughy little pooch standing by its lonesome

Must be lost, the poor thing.[break][break]

Enzo has, and always will be, a bit soft toward canines. And this one is beyond cute, to an extent that threatens to break the calm and clever composure that the hotelier typically displays. He stoops, as Miu cheers. "Bread dog!" And it takes no time to coax the fidough over. "Gotten yourself turned around, have you?" he asks it as it blinks up at him with round, pleading eyes.[break][break]

The faint waft of baking bread and spices waft from its doughy body. Something he notices dimly as he looks around for anyone who seem to be missing a pokemon.

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