There were times when he felt like a ‘lone wolf’ (now being one of them) however he thrived in the company of others, especially in-game…

But there really were times when one needed some time away from the loud noise of civilization!

‘Can I lick the mushroom—?’ the Wooloo would ask him; snapping him out of his thoughts as the ovine approached what clearly looked like a—

“William, I fucking swear if you lick that mushroom I am never going to let you live this shit down. That’s clearly poisonous.”

‘But Ballonlea had all those funny mushrooms!’ the sheep pouted.

Oh, no.

CAW CAW

Who knew that the Wooloo he’d captured from the Arena was… like this!

(Very much into recreational ‘stuff’, which he was absolutely horrified at.)

“Besides, what’re you going to get when you lick that mushroom? Sick, that’s what!” he would continue; before walking over and bodily picking up the Wooloo and leading the stubborn ovine away from the mushroom path.

“Look at it this way, I know you’re a greedy little shit—”

‘Hey!’

“You so are. Anyway. I know you’re a greedy, perpetually hungry little shit, so if you go and lick that mushroom, you’re going to get an upset stomach and you won’t be able to eat. Got that?”

CAW CAW

Before either him or the Wooloo could go back to their bickering about not allowing the ovien to start licking the nearest random mushroom that they would spot, their thoughts were both interrupted by tie single wildest noise—accompanied by the single wildest ‘rodeo show’ that they were going to get!

“Whoa!” he would exclaim; and the Wooloo would make to hide behind his legs as they would both witness the insanity that the greenette was up to.

“Dang, you have access here, too?” he would whistle once their companion managed to hold down the line and ride the Tropius wild.

“At least…” he would smirk before waving in her direction.

“We can get going on the tower!”

Shalin Nariya

“Geez, you really need to know when shit gets too much for you,” he would gently chide the ‘cowgirl’ who had managed to palm out their golden Pokéball and capture the Tropius before things got out of hand.

“I originally came here for a Pikipek and that’s what I’ll be leaving this area with,” he would hum decidedly.

(At least, that was the plan until he saw a Rowlet. But boy would he get a curveball when he researched what the final evolution line of a Rufflet would evolve into… goodbye, Flying-type!)

“Let’s get back to the tower,” he would nod in agreement.

Shalin Nariya