[ti]spawn[/ti]here and back again

He couldn’t understand why the Murkrow did what he did—he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose yet again.

“Alright, alright—calm the fuck down, man,” he would say to himself as he continued to look around; hoping that whatever shenanigans the corvid had gotten into was something they could get out of—well, going off what the Grookey had told him, the Murkrow was a smart cookie so there was that.

“Come on, come on, come on…” he continued as he kept on searching through the Birchwood Grove.

second vulpix here we come

“Muninn!” he would call out, his voice cutting through the pervading gloom. He’d lost track of time due to how long they’d been out here—he could swear that when they first made the trip out here the sun was still in the sky.

Now, though, darkness was settling in and it was looking to be a long night ahead for them…

Wait, it hadn’t even been a day and he was already giving up?

No, he wasn’t a quitter! He was a fighter! He wasn’t going to give up just because the damned Pokémon wasn’t appearing… surely something had to be wrong at this point?

No, no! No quitting now!

“Muninn!”

second vulpix here we come

“Come on, Muninn, why are you like this? Don’t be the sell-out that you are! I know you’re better than this!”

He would continue looking through the darkening undergrowth—while he was full aware he had a Vulpix of his own, he had his own reasons for finding a second one—was it bad to want a second Pokémon that wasn’t of fire, but of ice?

(In fact Alolan Vulpix was one of the few Ice-types he liked, all things considered with his history and Ice-types in general…)

“Muninn! Don’t be a jerk and come on out! We’re waiting for you!” he continued, mentally crossing his fingers and hoping that the corvid Pokémon would emerge from wherever the fuck he’d flown off to.

second vulpix here we come

Eventually, fucking eventually the fluttering of wings would catch his attention!

“There you are!” he yelped the moment the familiar corvid Pokémon came flying back into view. Geez, what the fuck was up with that?

“Where did you fly off to?!” he exclaimed; before to his surprise, the Murkrow finally began squawking his way—and the words were making sense! They sounded rather guttural, though.

‘Looking for a Vulpix, for you!’ the Murkrow would squawk; to which he would shake his head.

“Nothing so far. Don’t know how your partner in crime is holding up,” he would continue with a very pointed nose bridge pinch.

(He had to resist rolling his eyes skyward.)

The good news was that the Murkrow was now talking, though!

‘Muninn, you said?’ the dual-type would confirm, and he would nod.

“Yes. Is it bad?”

‘No. I quite like it.’

second vulpix here we come