Naturally. [ Attempting (fruitlessly) to hold back another hiccup, Towa stands up very straight and claps twice. ] Fuchi!
Tor!
[ A tiny orange head pops out from between some of the other partygoers' legs. The rest of its body soon follows, but in its hurry to escape the throng, the Torchic trips over its own talons and tumbles to Natsuki's feet. Undeterred, it hops to its feet and salutes. Present and accounted for, Lady Towa! ] Torchic!
[ Towa looks so smug. See? She has a proper chaperone.
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Tor!
[ A tiny orange head pops out from between some of the other partygoers' legs. The rest of its body soon follows, but in its hurry to escape the throng, the Torchic trips over its own talons and tumbles to Natsuki's feet. Undeterred, it hops to its feet and salutes. Present and accounted for, Lady Towa! ] Torchic!
[ Towa looks so smug. See? She has a proper chaperone.
Hic. ]