hands are quick to shoot back to the trainer once
the espurr has decided he wants nothing more but
to meet the odd little pokemon. victoria can’t blame
the physic’s curiosity – she’s guilty of getting into much
trouble because of her own curse – but unlike she,
the espurr has yet to learn manners. ..or, really care
about them at times (she hopes he won’t become too
much like delti). and once it seems they’ve been noticed,
the blonde instantly tenses up. the halt in her steps only
allowing the creature to get all the closer before she
snaps back.
it’s quite obvious she’s scared, the way she can’t keep
contact with the other, the shaky tone in her voice. it’s once
she gets closer - a bit over arms length from them - that
victoria can’t force herself to move any longer.
‘ i, i’m sorry.
he’s, a very c-curious one - ‘
“It’s fine, I guess.
She gets distracted, a lot.”
It was a peculiar sight to see Silver nervous, fidgeting their hand behind his head, rolling in their auburn locks between their fingers and avoiding contact with the cat-like psychic creature. Focusing upon the girl instead, women were effortless to deal with unlike the wide eyed creature. Keeping their distance, remaining standoffish, keeping a calm composure enough to breathe contented.
Babies would be babies after all, there was nothing to stop the giddy socialization that Happiny wanted to converse in. Although she knew her manners, to an extent of selective hearting, as well unlike the Espurr. The girl on the other hand, hinted to be beyond just nervous with her speech patterns and tone to be scolded, in trouble for what her Espurr was doing.
“Trying to work on that but I guess kids are kids.
Can’t really force her.” Silver could. If he became like
his former self, using force and verbal insults for them to
understand. “They can play for a little while.”