[Behind his shades, Machi eyes the sandshrew suspiciously. Telling her to 'show' him was a bold move on his part, not that she'd know it. Machi is not in the habit of declaring--with no room for deniability--that he can see. This was worth it, though. He has no proof that the little animal she has will listen to him any more than the little animal he has does... but he figures, now, that it can't listen to him any worse. And as long as this one doesn't talk back, he'll already be trading up.
Yes. Actually. Yes. This will work. This is a good deal.
It's only through sheer, practised willpower that his mask of serious, un-childlike indifference doesn't crack to reveal his smile.
But he literally can't hand over the Pokeball fast enough--he practically shoves it into Fordola's hand. Though he doesn't let go exactly, and won't until the other Pokeball is his.
Again: he's not stupid.]
Take it.
[And as he says it, the Chatot--which has been eyeing the sandshrew with such a burning, baleful stare that what comes next is really no surprise at all--suddenly spreads its wings and divebombs the Ground type in fury.]
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Yes. Actually. Yes. This will work. This is a good deal.
It's only through sheer, practised willpower that his mask of serious, un-childlike indifference doesn't crack to reveal his smile.
But he literally can't hand over the Pokeball fast enough--he practically shoves it into Fordola's hand. Though he doesn't let go exactly, and won't until the other Pokeball is his.
Again: he's not stupid.]
Take it.
[And as he says it, the Chatot--which has been eyeing the sandshrew with such a burning, baleful stare that what comes next is really no surprise at all--suddenly spreads its wings and divebombs the Ground type in fury.]