Mar 5
scruffing him like a baby kitten | @idiotaggression
Ah, slip of the tongue. She thought she had kicked the habit of murmuring to herself a while ago now. Mona's head tilts, gazing down at the boy in front of her.
He looks... familiar. She can't quite place it. Maybe she read about him somewhere?
"You came bursting through the brush with a herd of Pokemon behind you, tripped on a rock, then cursed at it for a good minute. As a bystander I'd call that fairly interesting." There's the smallest hint of a teasing lilt, soft, non-threatening. Other than that it's pure observation on her part.
"You alright? I'm medically trained."