>>48399263>”Funny.”>”I remember a weavile there. He used his claws to carve a pumpkin.”>You nodded.>As you recall, his looked quite nice.>You also recall being scared of coming too close to him.>One of the adults cracked a joke about him cutting open bellies and you took it seriously.>Specks of pumpkin dotted the table, chair, and floor around Zoroark.>”You couldn’t tell, but I was just clawing and gnawing at my pumpkin.”“Wow, really?”
“Couldn’t you have just, you know, used an illusion or something?”
>”Nah, parents were touching all of them to help.”>”I was scared out of my mind.”>”I thought for sure someone would find me out. It looked disgusting.”“What happened?”
>”All the kids’ pumpkins looked terrible. Mine fit right in.”“Heh.”
“Sounds like hell on your teeth.” You said, holding the side of your mouth without thinking.
>Zoroark shrugged.>She began scratching away a mouth using both thumb-claws.>”I’ve eaten tougher stuff.”>After failing to settle on a design, you decided to wing it.>It would probably look fine, whatever you did.“Guess it added some personality to the pumpkin too, you know?”
>The illusionist looked at you, cocking an eyebrow.>”Personality?”“Eh…” You mumbled.
“Something unique. Special. Something only you would’ve done.”
>”Hmm…”“Somehow, I doubt anyone else thought of using their teeth as a tool.”
>Zoroark sat in thought for a minute, turning her pumpkin to view it from different angles.>Then she opened her jaws wide.