[The bandages aren't all from Fletcher--though, he's definitely lost at least a pound of flesh just from her pecking at his arms. Clint also works out from time to time, and, uh...he doesn't always listen to his own body. Just like Fletcher. He's a hypocrite, sue him. He bristles slightly at Marlin's comment, even though it's not...technically false.]
Wow. Thanks. Maybe you need to broaden your horizons when it comes to casual fashion. ["Fashion" in the loosest term.] And, yeah, I've got potions. I'm saving them for emergencies, though--it's not like I'm made of money.
[Like, you know, getting lost in the woods without a Pokémon center around. Yes, he's been running to the Pokémon center almost every day. Sue him. It's a free service, and he's going to use it. His eyebrows furrow together as he glances between the Happiny and the wiggling Rowlet in his arms.]
If it'll keep them occupied, sure.
[She lets out a happy chirp as Clint loosens his grip. She flits down to the ground and hops towards the Pokémon, poised and ready to fight. Clint wearily looks towards the stranger.]
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Wow. Thanks. Maybe you need to broaden your horizons when it comes to casual fashion. ["Fashion" in the loosest term.] And, yeah, I've got potions. I'm saving them for emergencies, though--it's not like I'm made of money.
[Like, you know, getting lost in the woods without a Pokémon center around. Yes, he's been running to the Pokémon center almost every day. Sue him. It's a free service, and he's going to use it. His eyebrows furrow together as he glances between the Happiny and the wiggling Rowlet in his arms.]
If it'll keep them occupied, sure.
[She lets out a happy chirp as Clint loosens his grip. She flits down to the ground and hops towards the Pokémon, poised and ready to fight. Clint wearily looks towards the stranger.]
Fan of plants, then?