[ welcome to the life of pokemon kids, otome. they grow up so fast, chuck so many animals at each other as the years go by— until the become the chucking masters.
typhlosion won't forget that smell so easily, and ass he's chowing down on his honey jar, ears perk, nose twitches and sticky lips smack and lap against his tongue. it's you. typhlosion is sitting up, making low grumbling sounds, and if he had a long enough tail— he'd probably be wagging it, eyeing otome and visibly pleased to see her. hello!!!
silver isn't as expressive ( or that happy to see her ). it's a . . . normal feeling, he supposes. no negativity, but not a lot of positiveness either. ]
I'm not going to overwork them.
[ that's how— he interpreted it, at least, and he took it in that direction because . . . a while back he did overwork them. daily. he doesn't do it anymore.
"so if that's what you're thinking you're wrong" line of thought. anyway, back to that water bottle being offered. it earns a quiet look for a moment or two, as if he doesn't know if it's to take or not ( offers?? do offers bite?? ) before, carefully, he takes the bottle, mutters a thanks, and cracking it open. he doesn't drink it yet, in fact— he's saving it for the two creatures visibly by him. ]
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typhlosion won't forget that smell so easily, and ass he's chowing down on his honey jar, ears perk, nose twitches and sticky lips smack and lap against his tongue. it's you. typhlosion is sitting up, making low grumbling sounds, and if he had a long enough tail— he'd probably be wagging it, eyeing otome and visibly pleased to see her. hello!!!
silver isn't as expressive ( or that happy to see her ). it's a . . . normal feeling, he supposes. no negativity, but not a lot of positiveness either. ]
I'm not going to overwork them.
[ that's how— he interpreted it, at least, and he took it in that direction because . . . a while back he did overwork them. daily. he doesn't do it anymore.
"so if that's what you're thinking you're wrong" line of thought. anyway, back to that water bottle being offered. it earns a quiet look for a moment or two, as if he doesn't know if it's to take or not ( offers?? do offers bite?? ) before, carefully, he takes the bottle, mutters a thanks, and cracking it open. he doesn't drink it yet, in fact— he's saving it for the two creatures visibly by him. ]