[ Armada approaches not with his hands, but with his face. The bone of his crown is all but flattened, a smooth river's stone against his skull. It is only a moment after that he lifts both hands to the Pokemon's jaw. Arcanine is as soft as Armada expected and he hums with pleasure. The sound reverberates from his chest, the rumble of distant thunder. His touch is soothing on the Pokemon and absent of any kind of aggression. ]
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My planet did not have this texture.