He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and did the only thing he knew how to do. He began to hum. Not the Carousel’s sad tune, but the simple, clumsy, joyful melody he hummed to himself every morning while waiting for his berry juice. It was off-key. It was silly. It was his .
"You're making the sad song?" Pichu squeaked, his ears flattening. poképark
shouted a Scorbunny, skidding to a dramatic stop. His fur was immaculate, and he wore a small, unnecessary bandana. "The Great Blazé is here! No sad tune is going to ruin my park." He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and