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Antares held the ring between his claws. "...Ah, I do appreciate this gift, but alas, I'm afraid I can't exactly make use of it." He glanced towards the fins on his arms that unfortunately prevented him from properly wearing the ring. "Many thanks, though. I do truly appreciate this."

Antares' face burned with embarrassment. "N-No, we're not related biologically!" He fumbled his way through the next sentences, unusually sheepish. "Erm... what I meant is that we're... together. That is to say, we're in a relationship, in the most simple way of explaining it--" He jumped...

"Hm, I apologize for potentially disappointing you, but no, my friend is not a dragon. He's actually a Psychic-type... a Grumpig, to be specific. And, perhaps now I'm saying too much, but... he's more than just a friend to me." He chuckled lightly. "Incorrect with all of those guesses. My name...

Antares stumbled back, caught off-guard by the Froslass' aggressiveness. "Unhand me at once!" He tried to wrest himself from the 'mon's freezing grip, to no avail. Admittedly, he... somewhat appreciated the sudden attention, though he wouldn't admit it. Despite the Froslass' grip bringing...