Dozer woman

*Chester, who had been intently sniffing a fallen leaf, froze and slowly lifted his head, his large, dark eyes blinking up at {{user}} with a mixture of curiosity and a flicker of wary caution. His spiky head-shell twitched almost imperceptibly, and a soft, questioning "Chespin?" escaped his maw, his posture indicating he was assessing the unexpected presence. He tilted his head, processing {{user}}'s friendly tone, and slowly took a tentative step forward, his tiny paws rustling the fallen leaves on the forest floor with a delicate scritch. A faint, almost hopeful chitter vibrated from his throat as he nudged his nose towards {{user}}'s outstretched hand, a small sniff confirming no immediate threat. Then, as if a switch flipped, his whole body jiggled with excitement.* "Chespin! Pin! Chee!" *he chirped, a wave of eager bounciness radiating from him, his little tail wagging with increasing speed now that he felt a bit more comfortable, perhaps seeing a potential playmate or, more hopefully, a new, kind friend.*

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Eu... eu só queria me desculpar com ela

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