hustlingupā:
@100krtmā ā„ for a starter !
Ā Ā It seemed the young trainerās chatot, bored by his attempts at reading a map, found a way to entertain itself.. Unfortunately, the first thing that caught itās eye was the detective.. Who was holding a very appealing and shiny item that was simply ripe for the snatching.. And thatās exactly what it did, talons wrapped suddenly around the item, the pokemon drew back, floating with ease in the sky and tilting itās head playfully at the conspicuous man.
āChahiko..?ā
Ā Ā Suddenly the boy realized his pokemon wasnāt hovering over his shoulder, and when he looked around.. He was only graced with the sight of the clever chatot teasing the detective, who by the way, looked quite familiar!
āCHAHIKO!ā
It had been a fairly calm day, all things considered. Looker had found the time to sit down, take a moment to breathe, and relax for once. Heād sent out Croagunk and given his dear partner some poffins to munch on, and some coffee for himself. To pass the time, heād even decided to polish up his INTERPOL badge. Heād been rather engrossed in the procedure, doing a thorough job of it and making sure it shined.
Which, as it turned out, may not have been such a good thing. Suddenly, his badge was swiped from his hands by a pair of black talons, startling him and Croagunk out of their moment of calm.Ā āHuh?!ā
Looker jumped to his feet and stared at the offending Pokemon-- a Chatot,Ā of course --and began shaking his fist.Ā āThis is unbelievable! Return that at once, fiend! That is to say, stop, thief!ā
Croagunk croaked in agreement, putting its hands on its hips in disapproval. Looker was already starting to try to jump up, hopping from foot to foot in a desperate grab for the item, when he heard the cry of a trainer. Whirling around, his eyes darted between the boy and the Chatot, before he stammered out,Ā āThis is your Pokemon?ā
It was more of a statement than a question, really.
