In all honesty, Chu-e was not really feeling it today. Sénon Game might be able to see, as he approached, that he was punier than normal. Just, he looked tired and worn down.

But, when he caught sight of Senon, Chu-e perked up. Something almost devious in his face.

"Mr. Game." He flicked his eyes up and down the other, grin widening. "How was Cait?"

Oh, he was evil. What an evil little man. Then, a small laugh slipped from his lips.

"Oh god. You're the one they sent to take me back to Mossadeep, aren't you?"

The Murkow was cute. Chu-e had never been a bird person but he could appreciate good showmanship, which this bird seemed to have by the small interaction. The takeoff surprised him, nearly making his lose his hold and also remembering why he hated flying: he usually got terribly airsick.

It took a moment for Chu-e to swallow his stomach, but he wasn't about to get bested by Sénon Game.

"Uh-huh? And how do you know she had a good time?" Even if he was looking a little green, he still gave the other a grin.

"Thanks." He bit out, amused.

"But that's circumstantial evidence. Until we meet back up for a bitch session, it's all up in the air." He snorted lightly, trying to ignore the roiling in his guts that promised a lost lunch very soon. "Now, she tells me you blew her back out and made her bow legged? I'll give you props then, Game."

"Ugh...." He raised a hand to cover his mouth, letting out an untimely belch. It was just a matter of time at this point...

"She will when I g- urp." The deadly and frightening 'vomit burp' interrupted What Chu-e was going to say. He slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes starting to water from the absolute torture his stomach was making him endure. Sénon Game better hurry unless he wanted his latest decoration to be puke-scented.

There wasn't really much that Chu-e could do aside from hang on now, just limply grip whatever holds he could. This was worse than the last time he had the stomach flu. Man, he hoped he didn't have that again anytime soon. Having to be strapped to a toilet was never a welcome experience.

As soon as they were in some proximity of the ground, Chu-e rolled off and let the glorious gut-busting gush of vile and half eaten food burst forth. It was like a fountain. Only nasty and it smelled bad and you didn't want to look at it. That last teleport was really what did him in.

Chu-e groan and just flopped down in the grass, beside the mess he had made, to catch his breath.

"Tell uh...." A vurp. "Never mind. Get home safe." He waved the other off, to go do whatever he needed to do, confident he would be fine after his stomach decided to stop beating the hell out of his inside. He didn't live too far from here. Worse came to worse, he could just get his Machamp to carry him home.

Sénon Game