Meowth, some type of Pokemon cat, he guessed. But at the call out and the berry was thrown into the air before it disappeared, Hark only shrunk. Shrunk and lightly whimpered as the Pokemon got closer.
Ooooh Mother of Chaos, this thing was huge!
He tried to disappear behind Rebecca, only his gaze sticking out from behind her. Nope. Nope!
Zeke crouched down to get a good look at Hark before sniffing at him and snorting, looking at his partner. Rebecca rolled her eyes and gently patted Hark’s head.
“He’s cool, Zeke. I swear- Zeke, don’t give me that look.”
It almost seemed to be a one-sided conversation, if it wasn’t for Zeke growling under his breath.
“Zeke, the last little guy I invited in was Heat, remember? And he was just fine.”
The Legendary took another look at Hark, almost a deadpan expression on the ancient Pokemon’s face before he snorted again and patted the other’s head with gentleness borne of experience. The champion sighed and looked down at the other with an apologetic grin.
“At least he wasn’t cranky today, then there’d be thunderstorms everywhere.”
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