"I didn't really have a say in coming here, same as you," Shiro mused, the twirling of his umbrella stopping as the Absol beside him sat down. "Though I guess it could come off as that, huh?"

The Emolga doesn't flinch as Jungle zips over, staring at the strange little creature before letting out some sparks of her own in greeting.

"Play." Tail flicking, the tiny rodent zipped off Shiro's shoulder and glided off in a wide circle around Fushimi, electricity crackling behind her as she went.