★*･ @wiishfulthinkin.
somehow, he’d kind of expected an answer like that, an emissary from the heavens most understanding of the tendencies of cosmic wanderers. as if the blatant star-shaping of his helm hadn’t been an indication, the resonating celestial aura about the pokemon had tipped him off. who better to have located a pokemon of the cosmos than an actual star spirit?
❝ i guess as huge as space is, it is tough to be lost if you don’t have a destination... huh. ❞ arms folded and gaze scrutinized the tiny creature. beady eyes and a tiny, curled mouth framed by a familiar shape, tassels draping down his cranium, all fit perfectly with the nubby limbs and ribbon-like tails. how... how cute. this little guy is just the kind of friend he’d want to put in a basket with vibrant bow ties on the handle. stars, help him. he had to act professional, just in case jirachi was higher on the hierarchy than he.
❝ you, uh... you can feel what i am, right? like, you can tell? ❞ with a cant of the head did geno look for any signs of understanding. ❝ ——— that i’m not just a puppet, i mean. ❞
