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Open Thread: An Old Pastime

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The Weedle’s cries softened as it saw the bean. It leaned forward and started to nibble at the bean happily. Karrai sighed in relief.

“Thanks. I haven’t been around a bug Pokémon this young since Whisper was a tiny Scyther.” She said as the Weedle crawled onto Guzma’s palm, happily enjoying the rainbow bean.

Karrai thought for a moment. Hayseed was the kind of idiot who would get into trouble as quickly as he could. She rubbed her face. “He does like to climb rocks. But imagine the stupidest thing anyone could do in the forest. There’s a good chance he’s doing that.”

She couldn’t help but smile at how careful Guzma was with the little bug. “It’s pretty amazing how small it is.” She said, sitting down and bandaging her feet.

“You don’t mind holding the little guy while I do this, do you?” She asked, glancing up. It was better to be safe than not.

Oh, she had a Scyther, maybe a Scizor, judging from the way she talked about it? That was pretty sweet, he loved Scythers and Scizors, absolutely lovely, tough pokémon…

He was about to ask me about this Whisper of her’s when the Weedle crawled over onto his hand, the man immediately freezing up.

“!!!”

Tiny Weedle, on his hand. Small, precious bug. If Karrai liked how gentle and caring he’d been with it before, she was about to see that soft side of Guzma even more intensely: a bright, loving smile crept across his face as the pokémon sat on his palm, eating the bean. It was like he was just a tiny, young little Bug Catcher again…and in some ways he still was. He loved bug-types, and not a day passed that he didn’t enjoy spending time with them, hunting for them, learning more about them…

“Eh?”

Oh, she wanted wanted him to hold it? Say no more: he slowly moved his hand closer to his body, cradling the little Weedle close to him, giving it a more a more stable spot to sit. It really was such a small thing and-

When he looked up, he saw the girl patching up her feet, the man tilting his head a little: no shoes, huh? In the middle of the jungle…yea, they needed to find this Cacturne before she ended up cutting her foot on a rock or something.

“Turns out the stupidest thing around here IS rock-climbing: there’s a tall rock formation a ways back, has some big berry trees at the top of it but goin’ up it is bound to get ya’ killed: rocks up there are old, don’t hold together too well with all the plants growing in-between ‘em. I went up there to catch a Butterfree once and almost fell when my foothold broke off the fuckin’ second I put my weight on it…”

He almost broke his arm getting down from there too, had to send Golisopod out to catch him when he lost his handhold.

He gave the Weedle a few little pets along its back, a faint smile on his face as he continued:

“Your Cacturne might be up there…or, probably, got itself stuck climbin’ up there. Either way.”