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june 20th
Mauville City
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON Jul 4, 2021 5:31:06 GMT
Manectric sniffed out a smell that was oddly... calming. The normally alert hound sort of laid down, though it was wide awake. It refused to attack Musharna. Giona noted this, and scaled the cliff, back up to where he was. Climbing over the edge, he rolled over the side and laid flat on his back. He found himself face to face with the large Capybara, wreathed with a pink haze.
It blinked its always shut eye at him, before narrowing it again. Giona reached a warm hand out to pet it, and smiled weakly. Even if he could muster the energy to sicc his hound on it, he wouldn't. He breathed through his nose slowly, hand on its head. He tried lulling the already daydreaming creature into a deep sleep. He dug out a pokeball and pushed the button to its forehead, and a red beam held it.
Giona turned his head to the side, looking down at King. Normally, he'd be down talking to him, but he couldn't muster the energy to descend yet. In fact, he spoke with the vocal fry of someone who just woke up. "Of course not. Normally, they get the jump on me. Even in the break room, a 40 by 40 square foot room, someone finds a way to pounce on my ass." He said, looking down to the blue-haired man.
"Good on you for exercising, man. I find that I get sore all over on days when I don't work out. Do you feel that way too?" He said, looking back to Manectric. Giona dug a pokeball from his pocket, calling it back with a red beam. He then called out another, a purple shadow that sprung to life and scared the bejeezus out of him. He flinched and rolled down, caught by a clawed hand.
Gengar lowered him gently, snickering the whole time. The lethargic boy's eyes widened as he neared the ground, not seeing the hand on the nape of his neck. Giona slipped from its grasp and landed near King, with the purple shadow looming over him with an arched brow, patting his head. It's just barely self-aware enough to wonder if it went too far.
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