[ It was lucky, almost too lucky, that Fordola wouldn't blab about how the kid could see. Not that she saw it as important, but also she didn't see the point of gossip. At least, gossip that doesn't help her.
Hm. If she knew the guy was pretending to be blind, she'd be preparing right now to see what she could get out of this, out of keeping this secret. But instead, she tosses over the other Pokeball.
The Ground-type? The poor Sandshrew? Just... curls up. Barely getting scratched - defending itself! Fordola, however, eyes the kid warily. Before trying to recall the Chatot.
Of course, we both know that Pokemon can resist being in their ball. ]
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Hm. If she knew the guy was pretending to be blind, she'd be preparing right now to see what she could get out of this, out of keeping this secret. But instead, she tosses over the other Pokeball.
The Ground-type? The poor Sandshrew? Just... curls up. Barely getting scratched - defending itself! Fordola, however, eyes the kid warily. Before trying to recall the Chatot.
Of course, we both know that Pokemon can resist being in their ball. ]
Pleasure doin' business with you.