in truth, he can't really hold it against her. his knowledge of pokemon is generally limited to either creatures native to kanto and johto or those common among his colleagues. maybe with her it's the inverse.

hoenn pokemon are weird, though, and he still doesn't know if he likes them as a whole. just east of fallarbor he recently saw a congregation of over-sized teddiursa stumbling and awkwardly twirling in the moonlight as if in some strange, induced trance. uncomfortable with anything he can't comprehend, dominic had walked away quickly and avoided looking at them. the memory alone makes him shudder.

something gleams in the undergrowth, caught in the sunlight, and dominic's interest is piqued again. he gestures to it to his skarmory with, two pointing fingers bend to tell the pokemon to bring the target to him.

the skarmory flutters over, clanging its wings together loudly. it begins to snatch at the grass, razing it entirely, until it fishes out the creature it is seeking. it's a horrible imp-looking thing, emitting horrible noises and raking its fingers across the steel underbelly of the skarmory in a frenzy of shadow claws.

hoenn truly does have ugly pokemon. case in point. dominic tosses out a pokeball regardless - he likes its spunk - before turning back to the woman.

"it's alright. i once knew a guy who spent years thinking his wooper would evolve into wobbuffet."

he's so matter-of-fact that the sarcasm is barely tangible.

"at least you accurately identified one of its types."

Bailey Cooper