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The creature- he hesitates to call it a pokemon sometimes- seems almost unresponsive and he can't shake the feeling something is wrong here. Besides the obvious reasoning. Evan knows the entire endeavor was wrong but he almost had to go along with it for old times sake. After all it was someone from the scene that had recommended the situation to him to begin with. Something along the lines of a tip for old times sake.

Maybe he should have just junked the contact instead of playing along.

Evan builds the snowmen in small portions, trying to get the creature to engage with him but it seems to only tilt its head as it watches him. Perhaps it still doesn't have its legs yet? The more this goes on the more it makes him uneasy and yet he can't seem to turn away from the curiosity this brings to the table. He feels like he should delve deeper into this and yet he can't. He can't allow himself.

It isn't until the Snorunt disturbs them that he realizes the creature is watching the woods more than him- it barrels through his small snowmen army and makes a mess of the growing snow, enough to make him laugh but it doesn't last long. The full body tackle mows over the wild pokemon as well and he throws the pokeball that retrieves it almost as fast. In an instant he throws a pokeball at the other pokemon as well, knocked outon the ground from the unexpected attack and Evan sighs- heavy.

What has he gotten himself into this time?

>>capping