Chu-e had moved over to grab the flying type's pokeball, answer to Dorian on his lips when he happened to glance up. He gasped, jaw dropping, eyes wide. For a second he probably looked like he had seen a ghost. "Dorian. Oh my god." And he darted off, into the scruffy grass, leaving behind a very confused Bergmite.

"Mayiiiiite?" The ice type cried, confused, and glanced up at Dorian while scooting closer to the unfamiliar human. She didn't understand what was happening and why Chu-e had done that. He wasn't normally one to react like that.

But Chu-e was back a few seconds later, grin splitting his face, a fresh pokeball in hand.

"Oh my god. Dorian. Look what was over there." And he released it, a large pink body and dumb face looking confused at the other male. A Quagsire, an unusual color of one at that. "It's so pink. And look how cute it is. I don't even know what this thing is but I fucking love it."

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dorian westcliff
catching that GOOD GOOD PINK FRIEND