Masculine
Thirty One
November 13
Cinnabar Island
heterosexual
Kantonian Ambassador
Ex-Head Ranger
you gotta use what you've learned in order to receive what you've earned
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Sénon Game
DRIP FEED (M)
POSTED ON May 16, 2022 6:24:50 GMT
Cait was the real student of nature out here, Sénon just got paid to walk around, point at things and yell at other things. Case in point, taking a few more steps he pointed out a tree with a small hole in it the the size and shape of a Trumbeak's ....beak.
To which the Head Ranger pointed at it and loudly proclaimed "Found it!"
A viscous flow of amber trailed down for an inch or so before coagulating onto the tree bark. On its backside a large splotch of actual honey and a couple species of bug-type feasting on the sweet of it.
Taking out his phone his marked the tree's coordinates for follow up, he'd take a sap sample today and mark the notate the area for a follow up about the strange honey on the back.
In the meantime while they were here he could stop in and see the Ferryman. It would totally blow samuel carter 's mind to see rowdy little Sénon Game had kids now.
Kanto was in a bad way but its people lived on.
Turning back to Cait in his shades he grinned at her in a way he'd done hundreds of times by now. "You look good in those." Her face just seemed to perfectly frame any pair of glasses or shades. "I-"
His flirting was cut short as Chimchar returned from somewhere climbing up him and perching on his backpack waving a pack of Carrot Seeds at him; his pack of Carrot Seeds.
() Given there still a few left, he dropped the last of the seeds on the ground gently pushing them in the dirt. The rest he left to chance; maybe they'd germinate, maybe they wouldn't.
"Wait a minute. . ." He pondered aloud watching the Ghost-type make the attempt to tolerate the female vying for its attention. "Waitttt a minute." Sénon pinched the bridge of his nose trying to lock in on a fleeting thought.
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