pairuhiku:
those who could remain unflinching to gengar’s frights were few, and he stares in awe and wonder at matsuba’s insouciance, amazed at his lack of fear even if he knew he should’ve expected no reaction from a psychic that consorted with ghosts on a regular basis. gengar themselves looked incredibly disappointed, sinking back into red’s shadow to sulk. he watches gengar disappear before hesitantly nodding, giving the psychic a small smile. at least he knows one person who’s able to handle his gengar’s shenanigans.
he watches as Gengar sinks into Red's shadow, a motion he's all to familiar with considering his own had the habit of trailing behind him, quite literally always in his shadow. at the very least, as far as he can tell, Red's Gengar seems to like him, which makes giving advice on handling them far easier than if he were dealing with a pokemon that didn't want to be here at all. " well--- they seem to like you, so that's a good sign. is it just the scaring people that's the problem? "
