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Kale was jubliant.
Ecstatic.
Excessively giddy, even.
He was so giddy that he didn't take notice of the stares that were directed his way, as he pranced about on the streets of Grassveil Town, whooping and clapping his paws together. "The guild," he kept saying, his voice interrupted by his bouts of laughter, "I got into the guild!"
Indeed, the Sandshrew was so drunk on happiness that he paid no attention to his partner Ditrysia, who was hovering a few feet behind him. The Butterfree's head was lowered and her antennae drooping, as though she was trying to shrink in on herself. "Kale," she whispered, her eyes roaming about the lines of merchant stalls, "could you calm down? You're making a scene."
"I got in, I got in!"
Ditrysia sighed, forlorn. This was going to be harder than she thought.
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