Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190207160231/@comment-27344811-20190211130755

"It's dusty." Polnareff scrunches his nose. - ''Melone, he wants to tussle! I gotta respect it!''

Incineroar has moved to one corner.

-- As the triceratops scampers, two flying boys appear with some sort of net being held between them. It seems to be made of flesh?

The triceratops runs up and attempts to crush Valentine with its weight.