Try to be a little careful around that area. Mine are still, uh... Sore?
[While they've healed up since returning, the muscles still ache if he stretches a certain way or if he leans against something at the wrong angle. They'll continue to heal of course, but it's taking time. Too much time in his opinion, but it's better than suffering with the aches and pains for a longer period of time.
He's done his best to keep that sort of discomfort hidden, or at least just enough to keep any fussing at a minimum. He's had worse than bruised (or broken) ribs and with the size of some of his Pokemon, it certainly won't be the last time with his luck.]
But to tell the truth, it's... nice. I-In some aspects, anyway. It's not so nice when you've got a mouthy Pokemon, but they don't mean any harm by it.
[He does miss the convenience of it though - here, he has to wait for small nicks on his fingers to stop stinging if he touches something wrong in the kitchen, or in some cases go to the Pokecenters to get patched up. Bertolt can't simply steam those injuries away, but it's good.
Less so when he's cooking, but details.
Tapping something on the 'gear, he tilts it a little and scrolls down the tiny page to show a list of contacts and a bar labeled INBOX.]
Here, uh... This is my mailbox. Or voicemail. It works both ways, but if you want anything you can send a message here, and no one else can see it except me.
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[While they've healed up since returning, the muscles still ache if he stretches a certain way or if he leans against something at the wrong angle. They'll continue to heal of course, but it's taking time. Too much time in his opinion, but it's better than suffering with the aches and pains for a longer period of time.
He's done his best to keep that sort of discomfort hidden, or at least just enough to keep any fussing at a minimum. He's had worse than bruised (or broken) ribs and with the size of some of his Pokemon, it certainly won't be the last time with his luck.]
But to tell the truth, it's... nice. I-In some aspects, anyway. It's not so nice when you've got a mouthy Pokemon, but they don't mean any harm by it.
[He does miss the convenience of it though - here, he has to wait for small nicks on his fingers to stop stinging if he touches something wrong in the kitchen, or in some cases go to the Pokecenters to get patched up. Bertolt can't simply steam those injuries away, but it's good.
Less so when he's cooking, but details.
Tapping something on the 'gear, he tilts it a little and scrolls down the tiny page to show a list of contacts and a bar labeled INBOX.]
Here, uh... This is my mailbox. Or voicemail. It works both ways, but if you want anything you can send a message here, and no one else can see it except me.