Give A Little

[typeless]

[She's been here for months and has pretty much given up on anybody else from back home showing up.

Leaf's picked out an empty cottage a few miles away from the town. She much prefers to be away from crowds. But since she did end up miles away from most civilization, she's free to have her slightly ridiculous array of pokemon out.

One of which is a very loud Braviary, who's CAW CAWing about how awesome he is. And a Blastoise who is... napping, and somehow ignoring all the cawing.]

Calm down, it's only us out here. We've already heard how great you are. [Nope, still cawing about how awesome he is. Because everybody needs to hear it!]

Comments

[redonmyhands]

I was making an observation. Are you rich or..not?

[His impatient tone lowers when he notices the blue tortoise. Tepig shrinks back, giggling awkwardly at Blastoise.]

[typeless]

Why should it matter to you? It's skills that matter, not wealth.

[Blastoise will stare down at all of them. There are precious few things she cares about. And her trainer is one of those precious things.]

[redonmyhands]

Well yeah, of course.

But do you even have those? Most humans I come across are peasants and they have nothing to offer.

[Tepig lowers his head, hiding behind his hooves.] H-Hey, it's Red who's a bother, not us you see.

[The speed of Spoink's bounces increase. He avoids eye contact with Blastoise, turning to the Trainer.] He calls every human that. It's nothing personal.

[typeless]

It's insulting.

[Blatoise doesn't speak, doesn't move, just stares down at the group]

[redonmyhands]

It's an observation.

[And Red takes a couple steps closer towards Blastoise.]

[typeless]

[Blatoise shifts to look down on him.]

What are you doing? [Her eyes narrow]

[redonmyhands]

Observing.

[He's sticking his nose in what is left of Blastoise's personal space.]

[typeless]

[There are a few things that people should generally avoid doing.

One of those things is getting up close and personal with a war pokemon, because that's interpreted as a threat. If not to themselves, than to their trainer. Either way, the approacher will get knocked back.

Blastoise is no differen't. She raises a hand to smack Red away.]

[redonmyhands]

[Red's back hits the ground first. When the pain really kicks in, he reels his head back and screams. It's more about the pride on his ego though.]

[typeless]

[Leaf will sniff in distaste]

Get over yourself. I've had worse than that.

[redonmyhands]

[Red grits his teeth, getting up silently. He reaches for his back, glancing at Spoink, who turns to Blastoise.]

He deserved that.