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x__ T S U K ii . . . <333
Ignoring Jordan's request to sit on the chairs, the Spinda only used one to help her climb onto the table before she began stuffing her face to fill her appetite. She had done so for the very same reason Pikachu had, considering that because of her small height, had she been sitting down she would have never been able to reach the food. Then of course, while she wasn't as energetic as the electric pokemon, she wasn't going to jump back and forth between the table and chair when grabbing and eating the food.
"Spinda..." Tsuki sighed after a few minutes, patting her bloated tummy with a paw, laying down on her back in one of the chairs. It appeared she had eaten a little over her share of food, even if there was more than plenty for everyone else. All she had eaten was a few fruit, half of the main course, and a small slice of cake... Then again, she did eat quite a few cookies before.
She patted her tummy a few more times, the whole time having ignored the Pikachu she had met before outside, and the other trainers gathered around. Normally she would have been too nervous to even move in fear of being captured, but because the wonderous food had been sitting in her sight... all that had been pushed away from her mind.
Now Tsuki smiled and stood up from her seat, hopping down onto the ground in time to grab the letter that fell down through the air, almost floating. Her spiral eyes blinked secretly and she read over the note, tilting her head to the side. She had sleeping quarters here? ... Well, that certainly was a surprise... "Spinda?" For a short time she let her eyes scan over the words a second time before dropping the letter onto the ground, chasing after one of the older trainers. Jordan, the one she had hid behind when waiting for him to drop food onto the floor.
Honestly, being just a pokemon she knew that she wouldn't be able to follow directions as easily as the others, especially while so young. The fact she could even read what the hell the letter had said in the human language was a mystery. Regardless she decided to follow after Jordan through the main hall, keeping two feet behind him and one of her paws clinging onto the end of her pink scarf that hung over her stomach. Her lips were turned in a wry frown, showing that as she now began to walk through the dimly-lit hall... she was growing a little frightened. What was all of this about, anyway? "Spindaaa..."
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