[The Fletchling watches this play out, unsure if she should stop her owner from making a giant mistake or to let him find out on his own. Not that she could really stop a damn Drifblim anwyay. She watches those tendrils wrap around Osomatsu's hand in it's own version of a handshake. Watches as now Osomatsu is probably the real balloon here, with the Drifblim being the holder.
There's a soft chirp as she watches, and more importantly, watches the colour drain from Osomatsu's face.
He can feel his soul being looked into. He can feel Drifblim staring at the trash that makes up his filthy NEET heart...
"Murasaki!"
Colour returns to his face as he moves to find the owner of his voice. Osomatsu's head turns, as if the idea that a ghost balloon holding onto him is just now just a thing of the past, letting him wave his arm around like the limp noodle it is.]
....This is yours?
[A quick glance to Murasaki, then a look to Komasan. And then finally a look to his Fletchling.]
He's really friendly!!
[And...with one motion, he moves his arm with...surprising strength that defies his body type, beginning to shake Murasaki must like the Pokemon was shaking his arm.]
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There's a soft chirp as she watches, and more importantly, watches the colour drain from Osomatsu's face.
He can feel his soul being looked into. He can feel Drifblim staring at the trash that makes up his filthy NEET heart...
"Murasaki!"
Colour returns to his face as he moves to find the owner of his voice. Osomatsu's head turns, as if the idea that a ghost balloon holding onto him is just now just a thing of the past, letting him wave his arm around like the limp noodle it is.]
....This is yours?
[A quick glance to Murasaki, then a look to Komasan. And then finally a look to his Fletchling.]
He's really friendly!!
[And...with one motion, he moves his arm with...surprising strength that defies his body type, beginning to shake Murasaki must like the Pokemon was shaking his arm.]