[...this monster is glaring at him. Yes, yes, everyone's personalities are different and that probably applies to the magical little creatures of this world, but his silly little animal is so friendly and bubbly that seeing the opposite catches him off guard.
So much so that his hand hangs above the Smeargle's head as Merlin keeps himself from petting.]
Um, nice doggie...?
[Look, fighting monsters is nothing new to him, buuuuuuut something tells him it might be FROWNED UPON to go one-on-one with this girl's...pet? Are these things pets? He's still trying to figure out their relationship here. While his dog LOOKS and ACTS like a dog, this one can stand and emotes more like a person.
Okaaaay, a little weird.
Getting back up, Merlin takes a step back from the Smeargle before it decides to kick him in the shin or something. He holds his hands up in a placating manner, hoping that the little painter Pokemon understands that he means no harm.]
Hm? Oh, but of course.
[He may not understand what's going on, but what he DOES know is how to talk to women.]
I mean, no one just throws things in a public area without a reason, that...that would just be ridiculous. I got in the way, and therefore I'm in the wrong. Because who...who just throws things, right?
[Merlin's Yamper wishes someone would throw something right about now, but when it looks like that isn't going to happen, she turns her attention to the Smeargle who looks like he's ready to throw down with her trainer. Haha, what a jokester, who would battle a human? Without an ounce of shyness, she goes up and gives a friendly sniff.
As far as she's concerned, they're best friends now.]
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So much so that his hand hangs above the Smeargle's head as Merlin keeps himself from petting.]
Um, nice doggie...?
[Look, fighting monsters is nothing new to him, buuuuuuut something tells him it might be FROWNED UPON to go one-on-one with this girl's...pet? Are these things pets? He's still trying to figure out their relationship here. While his dog LOOKS and ACTS like a dog, this one can stand and emotes more like a person.
Okaaaay, a little weird.
Getting back up, Merlin takes a step back from the Smeargle before it decides to kick him in the shin or something. He holds his hands up in a placating manner, hoping that the little painter Pokemon understands that he means no harm.]
Hm? Oh, but of course.
[He may not understand what's going on, but what he DOES know is how to talk to women.]
I mean, no one just throws things in a public area without a reason, that...that would just be ridiculous. I got in the way, and therefore I'm in the wrong. Because who...who just throws things, right?
[Merlin's Yamper wishes someone would throw something right about now, but when it looks like that isn't going to happen, she turns her attention to the Smeargle who looks like he's ready to throw down with her trainer. Haha, what a jokester, who would battle a human? Without an ounce of shyness, she goes up and gives a friendly sniff.
As far as she's concerned, they're best friends now.]