Furrlicity's Litterbox

The sparkles of the Refresh area settle and mix with Furrlicity's own Charmer dust. He sits, a brush in hand, and stares at his Shedinja. The pokemon hangs in the air, still. He can't tell if it's looking back at him or not.

"I didn't really expect you to turn into two pokemon." He makes a motion. The ghost hovers over, still and silent, and lands to rest on his lap. The brush is dropped and instead he settles for idly patting the pokemon. He is careful to be gentle; the skin is thin.

"I think," He continues, after a moment. "I'm going to call your other self 'Caramel Apple Sangria with Coconut Flake Glaze'. But, you can be Coconut Flake Glaze with Caramel Apple Sangria'. Cause, I guess you're kind of twins."

The softest of hums from the Shedinja. One of the rare signs of some type of life.

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that."