<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/hehoECf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Azalea </strong><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Swell Landing Beach<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Mostly Complaining at This Point<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Haruka, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"How did you puffing do that, Haruka?" The pink haired songstress was impressed indeed. Of course, they all had their talents. Just, well, there was still a bit of a doubt as to whether her talents would ever be appreciated in their proper setting. But she was going to make it big. More piffing big than anyone had ever imagined. She'd do it as certain as her name was Azalea Piffypuff. So having given herself ye olde peppe talke, she was totally ready for what came next.<br/><br/>"Oh, Piff!" Those spores that just emerged. were, among other things, uniquely fragrant, which meant they could attract all sorts of attention. And even Azalea would admit that there was the occasional moment when certain kinds of attention could be defined as unwanted. "We'd better stop the things before... well before we attract something that can do some really piffy things to us." And so she<em>ran.</em>And even though every good idol keeps up with her exercise regimen, chasing after white reproductive blobs was not what she had in mind for this afternoon's entertainment. After a few hundred yards of outright sprinting, Azalea had become a bit winded. "Do<em>pant</em>you<em>pant</em>have<em>pant</em>any<em>pant</em>idea<em>pant</em>how<em>pant</em>to<em>pant</em>catch<em>pant</em>these<em>pant</em>puffing<em>pant</em>things? You're the plant expert after all."<br/>