[Jean might not have nerded out to quite the extent Armin and Bertolt have, but he knows a bit about the different types of Pokemon. When Mikasa called it a ghost, something clicked for him. Probably just a Pokemon being a brat.]
Huh?
[Jean glances over his shoulder, and immediately wishes he didn't. He jerks back around, staring straight ahead, his spine rigid and his face pale. The ghost hadn't completed its form yet, but he recognizes the set of those shoulders, the tilt of that head. He knows who the ghost is going to be, and he can't look back. He can't.]
Blitz. [His voice is tight and strangled, and his Pokemon leaps to attention.] Go chase them away.
[Awww yes, that's what Blitz was waiting for. He swivels around and pounces, shooting sparks and making lots of noise, and Jean smiles weakly at Mikasa.]
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[Jean might not have nerded out to quite the extent Armin and Bertolt have, but he knows a bit about the different types of Pokemon. When Mikasa called it a ghost, something clicked for him. Probably just a Pokemon being a brat.]
Huh?
[Jean glances over his shoulder, and immediately wishes he didn't. He jerks back around, staring straight ahead, his spine rigid and his face pale. The ghost hadn't completed its form yet, but he recognizes the set of those shoulders, the tilt of that head. He knows who the ghost is going to be, and he can't look back. He can't.]
Blitz. [His voice is tight and strangled, and his Pokemon leaps to attention.] Go chase them away.
[Awww yes, that's what Blitz was waiting for. He swivels around and pounces, shooting sparks and making lots of noise, and Jean smiles weakly at Mikasa.]
He'll take care of it.