Sniff sniff.

Snort.

The Houndoom's nose was angled towards the ground. Occasionally, attention piqued at some smell or sound Sirocco couldn't perceive, she'd pause in her steps and stare unblinkingly.

Her eyes were a filmy pink, and no pupil was visible in the iris.

He wasn't sure if he was the best person to liven up stressed Absol, but they were pretty rare, and if anything, it could be a good opportunity to study their behavior. Luna, being a dark type already, was generally attuned to stress, and her calm demeanor meant she wasn't going to get aggressive unless deliberately provoked.

Izana was another matter.

The Vaporeon was haphazardly slung over one shoulder, sleek form bouncing with every step. Occasionally, she'd sneeze out bubbles, stick her entire tongue into his ear, or just chew on his hair until it matted together. She wasn't aggressive, but...

Oblivious, maybe. Insouciant.

Honestly, he's not entirely sure she realized she's been caught yet.

Something darted from the corner of his vision as he approached the enclosure. Excited barking- that didn't look like an Absol. Huh.

The Zigzagoon ran head-first into his shin. Luna's head tilted in its direction, and after a moment of silent contemplation, gently put her mouth around its muzzle.

"Dammit, Luna-" Izana decided now was a good time to wriggle from his grasp after vomiting a well-placed Water Gun down the back of his shirt. She fell to the floor of the enclosure with a plop.

Lukewarm water sluiced down his back. Wringing a few drops from his hair, he scratched his nose and glanced over at who he assumed was his partner in this endeavor. "I- apologize."

On the bright side, it'd certainly be harder for the Absol to focus on external trauma with the ruckus around them.

andres buenaventura | What's Luna doing? >> Reference pic!