The moment Mr. Arbuckle's hand makes contact with the Drifblim's weird, rubbery body, its bizarrely long hand-like tendrils just sorta wrap around his arm in the world's most awkward handshake. The kind where the other person never lets go.
The kind where the other person is some kind of weird giant ghost balloon.
The kind where the weird ghost balloon continues to smile all cute like while his arms continue to wrap their way up his.
The kind where those beady red eyes seem to glow as he gazes into his very soul--]
Murasaki!
[Oh for the sake of fuck. And just like that, his fun is over because up runs probably one of the weeniest looking trainers. Komasan may not know what's going on, but he's relieved this kind stranger was able to find his Pokemon for him.]
Thanks for finding him, zura! [He pants in between words. Did...did running over here really take that much out of him...?] He...he really likes to play, zura.
[Murasaki may not be able to finish what he started, but that doesn't mean he has to let go. In fact, to cover his nonexistent ass, he begins to wave Oso's arm around like a prize. Look! It followed him home, can he keep it?!]
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The moment Mr. Arbuckle's hand makes contact with the Drifblim's weird, rubbery body, its bizarrely long hand-like tendrils just sorta wrap around his arm in the world's most awkward handshake. The kind where the other person never lets go.
The kind where the other person is some kind of weird giant ghost balloon.
The kind where the weird ghost balloon continues to smile all cute like while his arms continue to wrap their way up his.
The kind where those beady red eyes seem to glow as he gazes into his very soul--]
Murasaki!
[Oh for the sake of fuck. And just like that, his fun is over because up runs probably one of the weeniest looking trainers. Komasan may not know what's going on, but he's relieved this kind stranger was able to find his Pokemon for him.]
Thanks for finding him, zura! [He pants in between words. Did...did running over here really take that much out of him...?] He...he really likes to play, zura.
[Murasaki may not be able to finish what he started, but that doesn't mean he has to let go. In fact, to cover his nonexistent ass, he begins to wave Oso's arm around like a prize. Look! It followed him home, can he keep it?!]