[ confetti just doesn't stop squirming once he sees that the foot at the edge of the bed is simply a shoe (shoes), what it's come to know as people. people are kind! falco was kind— surely there's no reason why they should hide. try as falco might to hold the kicking (and now chirping) eggthing, but his hold is eventually relinquished, if not their entire hiding spot completely giving way with the shuffling underneath the bedframe. that, and peeping.
right by god's leather shoe, and now what touches it with a feathery stub is a togepi. falco's vileblood runs cold. ]
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right by god's leather shoe, and now what touches it with a feathery stub is a togepi. falco's vileblood runs cold. ]