[At first glance, it might look like this tall, broad man crouched down on the sidewalk - as far to one side as he can get, with his Swinub perfectly happy to lie on her side next to him - is talking to a shrub, or at least a very shrublike grass-type. But, no. In this instance, he’s more concerned with the Phantump peeking out from behind it.
He places a treat on the ground in front of the little Pokemon, then takes a couple shuffling steps back to give it space. The Phantump drifts forward in turn, eyeing him with what could be trepidation or just straightforward curiosity. Grant watches it with his good eye.
And then, decisively, the Phantump scoops up the snack with its stubby little hands and returns to the bushes with a playful little spin. Grant sits down with a quiet sigh as it all but disappears among the leaves again, and there he stays. He watches patiently, one hand braced on his cheek under his eyepatch, the other gently scritching his Swinub, while he waits for the Phantump to re-emerge.]
Hope I didn’t scare it.
B - Cherrygrove City, beach
[Oh no there are so many. So many gigantic crabs, which Grant is giving a wide berth as he makes his way along the beach. He’s coming to realize that he should really try just, not to be alarmed by any animals he comes across here? But, listen.
Crabs should not be this big.
He jolts a little as one scuttles past, giving it a wary look.] Are… all the crabs here like this?
Grant Abaroa | OC
It’s alright, buddy - I’m not going to hurt you.
[At first glance, it might look like this tall, broad man crouched down on the sidewalk - as far to one side as he can get, with his Swinub perfectly happy to lie on her side next to him - is talking to a shrub, or at least a very shrublike grass-type. But, no. In this instance, he’s more concerned with the Phantump peeking out from behind it.
He places a treat on the ground in front of the little Pokemon, then takes a couple shuffling steps back to give it space. The Phantump drifts forward in turn, eyeing him with what could be trepidation or just straightforward curiosity. Grant watches it with his good eye.
And then, decisively, the Phantump scoops up the snack with its stubby little hands and returns to the bushes with a playful little spin. Grant sits down with a quiet sigh as it all but disappears among the leaves again, and there he stays. He watches patiently, one hand braced on his cheek under his eyepatch, the other gently scritching his Swinub, while he waits for the Phantump to re-emerge.]
Hope I didn’t scare it.
B - Cherrygrove City, beach
[Oh no there are so many. So many gigantic crabs, which Grant is giving a wide berth as he makes his way along the beach. He’s coming to realize that he should really try just, not to be alarmed by any animals he comes across here? But, listen.
Crabs should not be this big.
He jolts a little as one scuttles past, giving it a wary look.] Are… all the crabs here like this?