he wonders what she'll do when she notices him standing there, in all his 2'0" fluffy glory. being a pikachu with red eyes, and his build, should've been impossible ---- but with the things that occur in his life, it shouldn't have been surprising to have found himself changed out of nowhere. wringing his hat nervously within his small grip, he briefly prays she won't try to catch him like the other trainers he'd been dodging and weaving just prior. curious to what she's doing, he yips, "???"
❝ OH MY, such a cute Pikachu you are, ❞ she crouched down to the Pokemon’s level, her grin appearing wispy as she reached to gently scratch him behind the ears. If one took the time to note, the Garchomp behind her squinted slightly at him…he managed to cut into her quality time with her trainer. Oblivious to it all, the human picked up the fluffy Pikachu, cradling him in her arms and quietly enjoying the way the fur felt between her fingers. Whomever his trainer was, she couldn’t help but understand why they were hesitant to cut his fur to a more practical length. ❝ YOU MUST BELONG TO SOMEONE, there’s no way a Pikachu with such lovely eyes and soft fur is simply roaming the wild. Let’s go find them; you must be worried sick. ❞ Thus began the walk around the Battle Tree in search of the Pokemon’s elusive trainer…
In a comical fashion, the Garchomp let out a short growl as her arms folded behind her, stalking quietly behind her trainer as she continued to dote on the smaller Pokemon. Just who did this guy think he was? He wasn’t SPECIAL. Her scales, claws and teeth, all kept in perfect condition, that was something to behold… Whatever. Cynthia could enjoy the fluff ball for now. But as soon as she saw his trainer, it was over. He was getting sent off and out of her claws. She would also get a bunch of Poffins in return for this, it was mandatory. Hm. Maybe a battle too, just so she could teach that rat looking Pokemon a lesson in territory...