[Goldenrod is a very big city. Full of people and Pokemon, always very busy and bustling. While the crowd can sometimes be fairly thick, there's a figure among it that absolutely towers over everyone else to the point where he's impossible to miss. He walks with a visible slouch but with dilligent purpose, as if there's something he simply has to do. The air he gives off is terribly hard to read for most around him though, with his sharp eyes and grey hair that lays over his ears in tufts. Just the way he carries himself is awkward, like he's not quite sure how to walk. Because of this, it seems most are giving him a wide berth.
It isn't until he reaches the end of the sidewalk that he stops suddenly, hovering over a toddler gripping her mother's hand. She's already crying, so coming up to her like a wraith with a furrowed brow and his nose wrinkled like he's about to bite her head off can't mean anything good-
Until he suddenly crouches down into a squat, positioning himself as low to the ground as he possibly can so that he's at eye-level with her. He draws massive hands from behind his back, holding between them a long-limbed Deerling Pokedoll.]
Excuse me...you dropped this.
[It seems to be what the little girl was crying over. Despite this man's scary appearance, she shyly takes the doll back from him as her mother looks on with shock. Legosi, meanwhile, doesn't change. He just waits until he's sure she has it secure in her hands before he's standing back up again and making to take his leave.]
B) Network
[The feed shows Legosi holding out one of his hands gingerly, delicately (somehow) holding the tiniest Cutiefly within his palm. The little Pokemon is perched in the center with her limbs all scattered like spaghetti noodles, looking disgruntled with an occasional flap of her tiny wings.]
Amai has some stuck shed.
[He points a long finger at the top of her head where- sure enough- some more faded bits of her fuzzy body seem to be coming off. They're stuck around her eyes and legs, mostly.]
Does anyone know of gentle solutions for removing it?
[Bugs tend to become very dormant when molting, to the point where they barely move...they won't eat or drink, either. He's worried, and it shows in his expression.]
Legosi | Beastars
[Goldenrod is a very big city. Full of people and Pokemon, always very busy and bustling. While the crowd can sometimes be fairly thick, there's a figure among it that absolutely towers over everyone else to the point where he's impossible to miss. He walks with a visible slouch but with dilligent purpose, as if there's something he simply has to do. The air he gives off is terribly hard to read for most around him though, with his sharp eyes and grey hair that lays over his ears in tufts. Just the way he carries himself is awkward, like he's not quite sure how to walk. Because of this, it seems most are giving him a wide berth.
It isn't until he reaches the end of the sidewalk that he stops suddenly, hovering over a toddler gripping her mother's hand. She's already crying, so coming up to her like a wraith with a furrowed brow and his nose wrinkled like he's about to bite her head off can't mean anything good-
Until he suddenly crouches down into a squat, positioning himself as low to the ground as he possibly can so that he's at eye-level with her. He draws massive hands from behind his back, holding between them a long-limbed Deerling Pokedoll.]
Excuse me...you dropped this.
[It seems to be what the little girl was crying over. Despite this man's scary appearance, she shyly takes the doll back from him as her mother looks on with shock. Legosi, meanwhile, doesn't change. He just waits until he's sure she has it secure in her hands before he's standing back up again and making to take his leave.]
B) Network
[The feed shows Legosi holding out one of his hands gingerly, delicately (somehow) holding the tiniest Cutiefly within his palm. The little Pokemon is perched in the center with her limbs all scattered like spaghetti noodles, looking disgruntled with an occasional flap of her tiny wings.]
Amai has some stuck shed.
[He points a long finger at the top of her head where- sure enough- some more faded bits of her fuzzy body seem to be coming off. They're stuck around her eyes and legs, mostly.]
Does anyone know of gentle solutions for removing it?
[Bugs tend to become very dormant when molting, to the point where they barely move...they won't eat or drink, either. He's worried, and it shows in his expression.]