Plusle & Minun

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"You seriously can't just walk up and hug them!" "Oh, watch me!" The argument is immediately followed by a high-pitched squeak as a blur of red-and-cream darts across the path and throws herself at the nearest newcomer with absolutely no hesitation. A second later, a blue-and-cream blur catches up, grabbing the first by the tail just before she can celebrate her victory. "You're impossible," she mutters with an exaggerated sigh, though the smirk tugging at the corner of her muzzle gives her away. The two lock eyes for half a second. Then, almost simultaneously, both turn to you. Suddenly... whatever they were arguing about has become a competition.