If there was one thing that Hark wouldn’t get used to, it was the worry. The kind of worry that had him going center stage and remind him of the mistakes he’d made.
The one thing that actually caught his attention was the Wurmple, though, as he rose and put its tiny legs against his face before laying its mouth on his cheek. It was then that he also caught another worried look, although a lot more watery than Triton’s or Rebecca’s.
… Well then.
“Yes, I’m fine. Never been better in fact. There’s a reason I’ve been promoted to god in my world. I’m okay.”
And the happy chitters resumed before the Wurmple seem to break into its equivalent of a happy dance, getting a chuckle from Hark.
“Totally calling you Expy. You’re a little ball of expressiveness, that’s what you are.”
Before the pokemon stopped, looked at Hark for a second or two, then proceeded to climb atop Hark’s head and resume its dance, giving a happy squeal.
Rebecca softly sighed in relief, the worried look fading before she gave a small smile.
“I’m glad you’re okay now.”
Triton let out a soft huff and nuzzled his face into Hark’s side while Zeke promptly sat down on the grass next to them, resting a bit. The champion chuckled a bit at the tiny Wurmple’s antics, a smile on her face.
“That sounds like the perfect name.”
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