[This fish isn't beautiful. It's made of spots, large lips, and it looks like it's going to cry. Honestly, so does Rei; far from Iwatobi, he's stranded in this odd, confusing world with an equally odd fish-type... pokemon? He recalls the name; it was a game he had never played as a child, but a few children he went to school with had. But the only fish he remembered was... orange, wasn't it?
Not... whatever this was.
But what does he do with it?
Standing by the water's edge in Cherrygrove, he's been letting the little thing splash about while he contemplates what to do with it. His backpack is securely stocked now, after three and a half days of rough camping and very lacking survival skills, and he's finally gotten to shower properly. He can't complain too much, but he does worry about... where to go. He doesn't want to get badges; he needs to get to prefecturals.]
Rei Ryugazaki | Free! Iwatobi Swim Club | Johto
Not... whatever this was.
But what does he do with it?
Standing by the water's edge in Cherrygrove, he's been letting the little thing splash about while he contemplates what to do with it. His backpack is securely stocked now, after three and a half days of rough camping and very lacking survival skills, and he's finally gotten to shower properly. He can't complain too much, but he does worry about... where to go. He doesn't want to get badges; he needs to get to prefecturals.]