So that… was where the wound came from? From a Cheri Berry? He could only imagine how painful it must have been, and part of him only wished that he could make the scar go away. But this was not home. This was not a place where Chaos Energy flowed easy. To heal it… Would probably mean that he’d never wake again.
There are some things you learned to live with, and this was one of them.
Hark gave a nod, a smile and headed towards the orchard, blinking at the trees.
The berries looked so much like the fruits he had back home. Even if these were all on trees…
Hesitant steps gently took him to the first row, to the cheri berries, where he was half tempted to take one, but at the sight of the Wurmple seemingly disagreeing, he decided against it. Not the favorite berry of this little guy, it seemed.
The second row, then?
… Yep. Definitely the second row, certainly by the amount of wriggling the little pokemon was doing.
And the fact that it was now leaving his shoulder to grapple onto one of the blue and orange berries, trying to gnaw on it while chirping happily.
Seemed like the little guy found his treat.
“Hang on a second,” was the only thing Hark could say, though, as he gently picked the berry the Wurmple had practically attached itself to, ears flattening at the sound of a desperate little squeal once he got the young bug to let go.
Its despair wouldn’t last long, though, as Hark took the tough berry and proceeded to feel it, making sure that it didn’t contain a soft center beneath the thick hide. And, when it didn’t, he crushed it before handing a sliver to the once despairing, getting intrigued, now overexcited Wurmple who took it and proceed to nimble on it while holding it with its tiny feet. Happy? From the chitters, Hark definitely thought more along the lines of overjoyed.
Certainly as he made his way back to Rebecca, the Wurmple finishing its first piece and demanding a second that he handed over without a second thought, holding the rest of the blue and orange berry in hand.
“Whatever this berry is, he sure is enthusiastic about it,” Hark could only chuckle.
“That’d be a record, not maybe people figure out a Pokemon’s tastes on the first try.”
Rebecca softly laughed, a bright smile on her face as she patted the ground next to her, a place for Hark to sit.
“It’s a Chesto berry, they’re pretty dry tasting but they go great with Lum berries, the green ones right in front of the last row.”
“At least that’s what Goop tells me when I make ‘em into smoothies. Go ahead and take a taste of it if you’d like. Just leave enough for the little one.”
Zeke had nodded off, his head still on her lap as he practically rumbled in his sleep, a wing twitching every once in a while.
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