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panic rings in her ears, deafening and disorienting. the entirety of her small frame trembles and she's positive that if she weren't in the presence of someone else, she would have entirely lost it. miraculously for both him and herself, she holds it together with a thin resolve. it's just a bug... a terrifying bug with giant pincers that were definitely about to snap her in half. god, how awful. her first instinct is to cry, the prickling sensation of tears clawing at her eyes overwhelming. a few manage to escape, even as she furiously swipes at her face with a haori sleeve. her second instinct is to scream and kick anything in her general vicinity. she almost does, too, but the flight versus fight duel ends with flight kicking into high gear.

her little legs move surprisingly quickly when faced with such a creature. tobu follows suit, glancing back toward the aggravated pinsir with hesitant eyes. he wants to help, wants to protect her, but he knows better. he's not a fighter and neither is she. both of them rush toward the indifferent man, faye with her arms flailing and tobu with a few quick flutters of his wings. he doesn't see her coming, his back turned in an act of abandonment. if she looked hard enough, she would find disappointment in the back of her mind. she doesn't, however, and instead all she finds is increasing panic with the sight of him moving to shuffle away from the clearing, away from her. "please," she whimpers, reaching out a hand as if her plead alone is enough to stop him. it isn't. instead, it's the shriek she let out a few moments earlier when the pinsir's presence had finally dawned on her.

only her shriek makes him stop and part of her is grateful he's not just throwing her to the bugs. it's a kindness she might not be able to reciprocate, even if it feels like more like an obligation than anything. of course, he didn't have to stop and come to her aid, not the first time, not now. she's curious as to why he even does, really, but it has to just be chivalry, right? not concern, not care, not affection... just a duty to protect as all men seemingly have. it's funny... her sister had always wanted a man to come to her aid, like a knight in shining armor. is this what she wanted? it feels weird, unnatural, uncaring.

she cowers at his back, protected behind the shield of his body. her hands claw at his haori, fingernails skimming across his skin in fright. it's embarrassing, really, but god, this is terrifying. to stare down a set of sharp pincers literally snapping at you? that's nightmare fuel for the woman, plain and simple. actually... she's definitely had a dream or two about that. there was no knight to save her then, however, and she simply awoke drenched in sweat instead, the sickening crunch of bone echoing in her ears. ugh, god, her stomach churns at the thought and her hands tighten their grip on the fabric of his clothing. "get rid of it," she whispers, once even tone now breaking at the seams. "please. i - i can't."

he does, even without her practically begging him to. this man, despite pissing her off to no end today, is efficient and strong. he takes the attacking bug in stride, displaying a clear dominance over this domain. it's impressive if she's being honest. better yet, it's impressive that he looks so passive while doing it. there's no change in facial features, no flash of emotion. instead it's just indifference, no matter what the circumstances are. an admiral feature, one she wishes she could possess. her masks only carry her so far and without them, she's just a childish girl with nothing beneath the surface but boiling anger and a phobia of bugs. and perhaps it is in this very moment that she comes to admire him, if only for his unwavering emotions.

it's over in minutes, the attacking pinsir now trapped within one of the man's pokeballs and she can finally breathe again. her heartbeat begins to slow back to normal, panic easing away from her body once the looming threat is no longer present. she doesn't release him, however, hands still clutching tightly at his haori. her eyes stay fixated on the ground, even as he turns toward her, unable to look him in the eye, not when there's evidence of scared tears still swimming in her vision. control, faye, control. realistically, it doesn't help that she's practically pressing her body against his own, her chest ghosting against his while it heaves in a frenzied search for more oxygen. in fact, that might just make it worse. no, wait... the next words that come out of his mouth manage to make this whole situation infinitely worse.

her composure fully cracks at the innocent question.

sure, his face lacks any genuine concern, but his tone is lingering with it. sincerity, actual concern, wonder. he just wants to know if she's okay and that is what really does it. the mask crumbles and the girl beneath is shaken, scared, vulnerable. honestly, she feels pathetic even allowing him to see this. her mind screams for her to lie, to brush it off as nothing and then shuffle on and away from him. she can't, however. she knows she can't and so, with a sudden sadness, she glances up at him. "no," comes the honest answer, tumbling out before she can cover it up. it sounds so broken and with a self-deprecating laugh, she looks away. "it's funny... i haven't been asked that in years." not since her sister died, since she shattered for the last time. she hasn't been okay since before that day, really, but she covers the damage up with pleasant smiles instead and no one mentions the way it doesn't reach her eyes, at least not to her face. they merely accept it and shuffle along but not him, never him. he calls her out on it instead, bringing her facade to the light and hammering little cracks into it until finally, it shattered beneath the sincerity of his tone.

a sigh escapes her, then, and she takes a small step back, refusing to look back to his face. even so, one hand still lingers in the fabric of his haori, having moved once he rotated to face her. it stays and surprisingly, so does she.

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gonna catch corsola next post
bc this is already a novel <3

she should have noticed who he was sooner. those eyes are hard to forget, even when they're blank as a canvas. or, even the hair should have been a dead giveaway. instead, it doesn't register at first, getting lost in the sea of thoughts in her mind. faintly she notices the familiar presence but turns away before realization dawns on her, instead rotating to face the different flowers.

she's thankful for the distraction, for the opportunity to do something other than wallow in her mind. it's too much, suffocating and heavy on her fragile being. the wisteria lingers in her peripheral, taunting yet alluring against the variety of plants. no, she can't. and so, she hums softly, if only to distract herself from the presence of the flower, and reaches for a white rose. "you know," she murmurs, a poor attempt at starting idle conversation. she really doubts this man is interested in her flowers, in her little pathetic stall when there's better options around. "some say the white rose is a symbol of hope, of new beginnings." it's stupid to tell a stranger one of the meanings behind a flower, really, but she's grasping at straws... the desperate need to keep him here, to stay distracted, is overwhelming. sure, she could just pack up and go home instead of bothering this man but what would she be going home to? an empty house filled to the brim with painful reminders of death? no, she won't, she can't.

the woman turns toward him, then, idle fingers beginning to twirl the rose's stem as a sheepish laugh begins to escape her. "i'm sorry," she mumbles. "i'm sure you could care less about the symbolism of flowers." her eyes watch the petals spin, transfixed for a moment. it truly is a beautiful flower... even with such a plain color. the bright red is popular, sure, but there's something elegant and pure about a white rose. a soft smile rises to her lips for a brief moment before it falters and she startles back to attention, eyes ripping away from the petals and straight onto his face.

it dawns on her, then, that she knows him.

that silent guy from the clearing. what is he doing here? how did she not realize sooner? her mouth parts with surprise, eyes widening by the second. her cheeks flush with embarrassment and she practically flounders, at a loss for words for the first time since originally meeting him and that deep stare of his. "you," she gasps. "what are you doing here?" it's not like it wasn't unlikely to run into him here, right? it's a festival, after all, and most of hoenn's citizens are filtering through the crowd. she supposes it's just... surprising that he, with his stoic nature, would actually willingly come to an event like this. the rose stills in her hands and her grip tightens on it, small thorns digging into her fingers.

after a few moments of simply staring at him, probably looking utterly confused and a little torn, she hesitantly offers the rose to him. "here," she says, glancing down toward her feet. it's awkward and she knows she's making it worse but she picked the flower for him, even if she didn't realize it was him. the least she can do is give it to him. "you can give it to someone special."

@ken

she's really only here for one particular reason... finding an eevee is at the top of her list. it's cliche, really, but with the possibility of having a glaceon by her side how could she not venture into the unknown depths of the safari zone? besides, she can't spend all of her time prowling the bottom floors of shoal cave for ice types, right? although... her next stop is definitely that very cave. for now, however, she simply wanders the lush green paths of the safari, purple eyes scanning blankly for signs of life.

she has heard rumors of other creatures living within the safari, ones with small icy bodies. her hopes had been high for an ice type but, upon learning that it's basically a caterpillar made of icicles, her excitement had been squashed. she already has a hard enough time dealing with just tobu. to add another bug to the already difficult situation would probably just result in catastrophe. and so, as she shuffles along the beaten path, her body stays on high alert, ready to book it at the first sight of a bug.

a few feet behind her lingers tobu, the butterfree's wings fluttering quietly in the background. he searches the area around them with ease, happy to just be along for the ride today. "come along," she murmurs, disappearing into the bushes a second later. tobu, in all his blind loyalty, simply follows suit with a soft coo. onward to eevees, not snoms, right?

safari uwu~

the stares don't bother her, not by much anyway. people have always been curious creatures, obversing and observing until they're satisfied. it seems, however, that her partner is less inclined to their little audience. he passes glares around at them, practically bristling at the mere sight of them. it should be expected, given his indifferent attitude. perhaps he isn't amused by their interest, doesn't find it flattering that some of the women even make hushed remarks to their friends about the cuteness of his ears. no, instead, he scowls, handsome face twisting. if she didn't know better, she'd venture to guess that that scowl is his most expressive look yet.

her laughter isn't welcome and yet, it takes some weird weight off of her chest. the light giggles that still escape feel free, easy as a breeze, and once she starts, it's difficult to stop. well... without help and that help comes in the form of her unamused partner squeezing at her chin, forcing her cheeks up, the skin puffing with the motion. faye stares at him, eyes widening at the physical contact. he just... willingly put his hands on her face just to shut her up? how rude. two can play at that game, right? and so, without missing a beat, one of her own little hands extends to return the favor, clamping around his chin with a slightly rough grip. her fingers push and prod at his cheeks, pawing at the corners of his lips, attempting to force a smile onto his face. "smile," she snickers.

ah, the staring thing again. she falls silent under the pressure of his eyes, staring back with a thin eyebrow beginning to raise. is this going to be the same as last time...? getting lost in the depths of his eyes, falling into some weird reverie. ugh, his touch is making it worse for the woman and despite trying to fight it, she begins to squirm a little. "stop that," she hisses. "why do you keep staring at me like that? it's weird." it makes her feel weird.

he releases his hold on her, her own hand falling in response and then she recoils, stepping back and away from his grip. the stares of the people around them begin to feel different, judgmental, suffocating. she pulls at her haori, tugging the butterfly-printed fabric closer to her body. her eyes narrow as he wipes his hand on his own haori, as if touching her is something disgusting. she wants to react, to growl and get closer, inquire why he thinks he needs to wipe his damn hand when he initiated that in the first place. if he's going to have that kind of reaction then what is he even doing here? rude, rude, rude. instead of giving into the temptation of scowling, she attempts to flash him a sweet smile. "be nice and maybe i'll tell you." she leaves it at that, falling silent once more as he begins to terrorize the crowd that has gathered. at least he's not just rude to her, right?

the crowd disperses, leaving just the two of them standing idle as the rest of the festival carries on around them. excitement surrounds them, happy squeals filtering in the air as couples enjoy themselves. part of her almost regrets asking for his help, for his presence. he's not exactly the most welcoming company, what with his cold exterior and general disdain for her. still... he was the only one that crossed her mind and she isn't even sure why. something about him, maybe? or, better yet, it's the need to not be alone for this kind of festival. she knows it's silly and downright ridiculous but is it so wrong to want company for such a holiday?

deep in her thoughts, she doesn't notice he pulls out his wallet until he's asking her a question, purple snapping back to reality and back to his face. she looks like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and lips parting in surprise. what kind of chocolate she likes? why on earth would he ask her that? her face morphs into suspicion and she shuffles closer, leaving only a few measly feet of distance between them just so she can peer up at him. "why?" she murmurs. he can't be serious... can he? hm, maybe there's more to him than she was previously aware of. the answer comes after a few moments of silence, of her studying his face for hints of a cruel joke. "milk chocolate."

she backs away, then, and glances away, toward the crowd, the rides, the stalls... anywhere but his face. and, with a shyness she didn't even know she could possess, she mumbles under her breath, half to herself, half to the space between them. "thought people only bought chocolate for someone they actually like."

@ken

okay, she might not completely enjoy the presence of her butterfree but at least she doesn't blow smoke at the poor dear.

tobu manages to float back in her general direction just as the cloud of smoke fully enters his eyes, tendrils of the toxic air still barely managing to cling to his wings. he blinks and blinks and blinks in an attempt to rid himself of the nasty stuff, effectively running into some flower displays in the process. damn bug. faye downright hisses at him as he enters her orbit, her arms moving to cross over her chest. in a hushed whisper, she scolds him, glancing down at her feet. "don't just wander up to strangers," she pauses with a roll of her eyes. "you're lucky she just blew smoke at you, stupid." her tone is harsh, perhaps too cruel for the butterfree but the concerned undertone still lingers if one reads between the syllables.

the woman interrupts her before she can scold further, her tone very undesirable to the butterfly woman. god, is everyone that she runs into just completely awful? first she just takes it upon herself to decide this is a smoking establishment and then she just blows said smoke into her butterfree's face? oh, and then she all but ignores everything faye had just listed off to her? ugh, the nerve of some people! why even bother going into a shop if you're not even going to listen to them when they assist you? in an effort to not send this customer packing, however, faye keeps her smile plastered onto her face, even if it does tighten at the seams. "right," she murmurs, her tone sounding rather clipped. "my apologies. i had no idea you weren't interested in a specific kind." if she had just started with the fact that she needed dead flowers... well, faye might have been able to just give her some from the trash and call it a day.

now, it seems as though they're stuck together. she won't retract her deal and she doubts this woman would willingly pass up free merchandise for a little labor. it's only logical that she would agree to the presented terms, right? who would rather pay for something they're just going to let die? and so, before the woman can even agree to her offer, she begins moving toward the farthest corners of the shop, already searching for whatever dusty cleaning supplies she might still have.

"yes," she calls from the corner, glancing over her shoulder if only to make sure tobu hasn't begun drifting toward the woman and her nasty smoke again. "free stuff is always enticing." that's why, in her brief moment of higher intellect, she had offered in the first place. no one usually turns down free goods, even if they are just measly flowers. after a few moments of clanging and rustling, the woman emerges again with a bucket of supplies, ranging from cleaning solutions to old rags. "besides, there's a few dead flowers around here anyway. you can take the dead ones with you too," she mentioned. once again joining the woman at the front and unceremoniously dropping the supplies on the front counter, her nose scrunches once more as ash falls onto the floor. a soft sigh escapes her then before she turns, grabbing her own supplies in an attempt to distract herself from the fact that she'll definitely have the clean up more ash than just that before this ordeal is done. "if you'd be so kind as to clean up the ashes you're leaving behind while you go, that'd be great."

and with that, she shuffles off toward the back of the store, her sights set on taking care of the garden first and foremost. it's a bad look to have the garden overrun with weeds, right? oh, wait, she forgot to give the woman instructions... great, way to go faye. with a glance over her shoulder, she calls to the woman. "you can start cleaning whatever you'd like. there's counters, floors, and cabinets that need cleaning and flowers that need to be thrown out if you're not going to take them. oh, and the place is already a disaster so try not to make it worse, please!"

@jane

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act like i could feel something

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@jane

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The woman blinks, stepping fully into view as the customer begins to speak. Her nose scrunches slightly at the smoke, eyes narrowing just a bit. It's awfully rude to smoke in a shop, especially when she's almost positive her sister had put up a no smoking sign ages ago... The flowers don't enjoy the harsh chemicals that linger in the smoke this woman is currently puffing out into her shop.[break][break]

In an attempt to keep her face polite and pleasant, Faye offers another smile, tugging the corners of her mouth with a little too much force than usual. It just looks unnatural on her face, but it'll do the job. "Cheap flowers?" She inquires, a thin eyebrow raising. "I have a few different options as far as inexpensive prices go." Rather than listing them off, she simply shuffles toward another aisle, abandoning the woman at the door. In her negligence, about half of her stock has now died. Maybe even more, now that she's venturing through the aisles with considering eyes. It'll take weeks, maybe even months, to replace those that wilted in her absence... Great, more work to do and at the worst possible time.[break][break]

Glancing back toward the front of the store, her eyes catch sight of her Butterfree fluttering closer to the woman with curious wings. "Tobu," she murmurs, if only to save the butterfly from the smoke... He's sensitive to the stuff, that much she remembers from when her sister used to take him for walks around the city. The Butterfree coos and retreats away from the hooded woman without hesitation, happy to come when summoned. Loyal little thing... Doesn't he know it's wasted on her?[break][break]

"So," she begins, poking her head back out from the aisle she's wandering through. "I have daisies, carnations, chrysanthemums, baby's breath... Are you looking for anything specific?" Her eyes drift down as she's talking, watching with mild interest as the woman pulls bills from her pockets. Cash is great, yeah, but with the current state of her shop, it won't do her much good... And so, with a thought suddenly popping into her mind, her lips curl into a sly smile. "Actually," she muses, abandoning the aisle in favor of moving closer to the stranger. "I have an offer if you'd like."[break][break]

Coming to a full stop before the woman, Faye tries to school her features into something that almost looks welcoming, inviting. It's better to not look like a beggar when asking someone for help, right? She has to keep her dignity somehow. "If you could help me clean my shop," she pauses to gesture toward the remainder of the shop behind her with sweeping arms and a flutter of her haori. "You could have all the flowers you'd like. Free of charge, of course!" An awkward giggle escapes the woman, then, as she offers a hopeful smile. "What do you say?"

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Spring has slowly begun to fall over the region, beckoning forth the most beautiful flowers with gentle fingers. For her, the end is the most beautiful, what with the blooming tops of Wisteria trees. The purple flowers are comforting, a favorite of her sister's and now a favorite of hers.[break][break]

As she passes one of these exact trees, with small buds just beginning to open, she startles with a shriek. A cluster of bugs, interested in the sweet smelling flowers already in full bloom at the base of the tree, buzz about. In her panic, with wide eyes and flailing arms, she yeets a Pokeball at them, if only to get them out of her sight.[break][break]

Damn bugs.[break][break]

A4FrRRqJ

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@ken

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The sun is bright and there's people everywhere, crowds hoarding around the entrance to the lighthouse. It's the perfect place to gaze out over the ocean with a loved one or a friend, with the ocean breeze ruffling your hair and caressing your face. The perfect place for a cute photo, too, which is why Faye notes multiple cameras and phones in each person's hands... Funny enough, she had the same notion.[break][break]

In her arms is a squirmy little Mudkip, the small water type slightly startled by all the commotion. Too many people makes the little one nervous, even with Faye's feeble attempts at soothing him through coos or gentle strokes of his belly. Poor thing just can't do crowds... Perhaps they have that in common. Usually, she welcomes the distraction of losing herself in the crowd but today? She just wants peace and quiet while she stares out into the sea. Her original goal of coming here was just to take a simple photo with her Mudkip (her phone is in desperate need of a new background) but now, above all, she wants to escape these hoards of people.[break][break]

And so, she finds herself slipping through the entrance, past the crowd and away from all the noise. The climb up to the top of the lighthouse is surprisingly quick, even with her little legs struggling to not miss a step. The commotion at the base of the lighthouse fades away as she ventures through the door to the catwalk, wind already sweeping through her hair. She struggles to keep it in check, small fingers smoothing over purple and black only to have it end up in disarray all over again.[break][break]

As she ventures toward the railing, Umi squirms further in her arms, this time from excitement. The view of the ocean from up here is, well, incredible! Her eyes widen as she turns to fully admire the view, the sun glittering off the water while waves gently crash against the rocks below. "Isn't it pretty?" She murmurs, glancing down at the Mudkip just as he coos back at her. The picture can wait... This view takes priority first.[break][break]

Well, it would if she didn't notice a familiar head of hair just a few feet away. "Oh," she gasps. "What're you doing here?" For how much she finds herself cursing him in her head, she really might be lying if she said she wasn't happy to see him. Odd... She'll dwell on that later. Instead, she slides closer, purposely bumping her shoulder into his to make her presence fully known. "Oh, I know! You're trying to get a cute selfie with the view!" A giggle escapes her, then, as her lips spread to reveal a teasing grin. "You know, if that was your goal then you should've brought the Eevee ears."[break][break]

Ah, yes, she'll never get the sight of him wearing a pair of those cute ears out of her head. He'll never live that one down!

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@ken

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She misses the exchange, again. Mostly due to her own issues, her bubbling irritation overtaking any eavesdropping or observing she might have done. No, instead she stares at her feet, an idle hand rising to sweep violet tipped strands out of her line of sight every few moments.[break][break]

She's irritated and infuriated and her heartbeat is still hammering away in her chest because god, that slimy thing touched her! How dare it and how dare he not keep it on a leash. Does he not know some people aren't fans of bugs? Is that such a foreign concept that these trainers just parade their bugs around for everyone to gawk at? God, the nerve of it all! She feels the tips of her ears slowly begin to heat as her inner monologue runs rampant, finding every excuse under the sun to curse out the man in front of her. Oh, and let's not forget how he dropped her like a sack of potatoes! Yeah, her ass will really enjoy that bruise in the morning. Honestly, it's not her fault her body bruises worse than an apple. She just has delicate skin, right? He should know this or at least understand or even, better yet, be a gentleman and not drop her. Ugh![break][break]

Inhaling sharply through her nose, she drags her eyes up toward him just as whatever has just happened ends. Instead of seeing the man at odds with himself, she sees him recall his disgusting bug and part of her feels inclined to thank him, to praise him for deciding on the right call. Instead, she merely waits for him to answer her, staring and staring and staring for what feels like ages. He watched her and Tobu make quick work of the Kabuto, watched her usher the newly occupied Pokeball back against her belt, and then watched her approach. All of it was silent, judgmental, vexing. Although, honestly, she isn't sure if she is coming to appreciate the lack of conversation or find it ridiculous. Perhaps a healthy mixture of both? It's nice to not have to force a conversation but at the same time, it's starting to feel as though she's mostly just talking to herself.[break][break]

She expects him to not even give her an answer, to brush off her talking and focus on the next Pokemon that enter the clearing. Instead, however, he ventures closer, leaving nothing more than a measly foot of distance between them. Her breath catches in her throat for some reason and Faye finds herself at a loss for words. The closeness is, well... both flustering and confusing. For someone who doesn't talk much or even seem to enjoy her company, he sure does enjoy getting all up in her business huh? Her cheeks heat as silence filters in the small space between them and she's becoming increasingly aware of the fact that neither of them are willing to break eye contact first, to step away and break whatever trance is holding them. And then, he speaks, and the reverie is momentarily broken, long enough for Faye to find her barrings.[break][break]

Sorry? All he can say is sorry? God, here she is getting all flustered all for him to say sorry? How rude. And irritating. Ugh, god. Her cheeks puff up slightly, any hint of a smile falling instantly. It's not just the fact that he simply said a single word to her... No, it's also the fact that his tone is so flat, so devoid of any sincerity, that she just wants to scream. Instead, she barely holds onto her composure and tries in vain to shove her negative emotions down for the moment. And so, with nothing more than a single glance away, she simply makes a noise. "Mhm," she manages. It's short and definitely sounds way more irritated than she wanted to show, but it's enough and she shuffles away from him. Something else requires her attention, maybe something that would even give more of a response to her than him.[break][break]

A Dewgong has emerged from the lake, white coat still glistening from the water. Her eyes widen and the noise she makes is a strange squeal of excitement. It's enough to capture the Dewgong's attention, the sea lion immediately pinpointing her exact location. And then, with a splash, it shuffles closer. Yuki is quick to follow her trainer as Faye all but abandons the man where he stands, graceful feet carrying her body quickly toward the water's edge. "Hello," she coos, barely able to contain her excitement. An ice type! It's beautiful, perfect, everything she has been looking for! "You're so pretty!" Usually, she isn't as enthusiastic as she is right now, but this is an ice type and she can't contain herself. Her composure falls and excitement takes hold instead, her smile bright and bubbly and genuine. Hell, it even reaches her eyes this time around![break][break]

"Tobu!" She doesn't hold any contempt in her voice this time. No, instead it's an excited squeal and one the Butterfree knows by now. It's her "I need this Pokemon right now!" voice and so, the bug type shuffles into action, needing nothing more than his name from her mouth to move. A Sleep Powder quickly tumbles from the butterfly's wings, overpowering the Dewgong and sending it into a light slumber as soon as it shuffles onto land. She doesn't even wait for Tobu to finish. No, instead she dances forward and lightly taps the Dewgong's head with a newly brandished Pokeball, squealing as the ice type disappears in a flash and the ball begins to shake in her grasp. In her delight, she momentarily forgets about the man she left behind and the presence of the other Pokemon... A Pinsir that, once she turns around, immediately approaches without warning, pincers snapping together with a grunt.[break][break]

The shriek that escapes her, then, is terrified as she scrambles, high tailing it away from the Pinsir and straight back toward the man as if he'll really protect her a second time around. A girl could hope, right?[break][break]

notes | capture attempt on the dewgong~ <3 god i'm so sorry this is like a whole ass novel ;u;

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