[Even if he's been made aware by now about the nature of this world and time, it still catches him off-guard. His train of thought is interrupted when Mr. Smith squawks and he looks over, meeting the Shuppet's gaze briefly as she tries to look as innocent as possible. He arches an eyebrow at Bettina, but is quickly distracted as Narancia calls the Skarmory over.]
Looks like you've taken care of him well. [He reaches over to pat Mr. Smith as well, but pauses, as if to ask permission from the Skarmory.
It's at this point that the Slowpoke, having been left by the waterside to fish as his trainer chased down the wayward Shuppet, finally moseys over. Bucciarati regards the Slowpoke with an amused noise.]
no subject
[Even if he's been made aware by now about the nature of this world and time, it still catches him off-guard. His train of thought is interrupted when Mr. Smith squawks and he looks over, meeting the Shuppet's gaze briefly as she tries to look as innocent as possible. He arches an eyebrow at Bettina, but is quickly distracted as Narancia calls the Skarmory over.]
Looks like you've taken care of him well. [He reaches over to pat Mr. Smith as well, but pauses, as if to ask permission from the Skarmory.
It's at this point that the Slowpoke, having been left by the waterside to fish as his trainer chased down the wayward Shuppet, finally moseys over. Bucciarati regards the Slowpoke with an amused noise.]
This one is mine, Teodoro.