"Wh- I well. They're alright? " He didn't get the sarcasm too well at first. W o w what was that? He stepped back. "What is that? A flame thrower?" Weird. "I've never seen a pokemon like you before. You make me think of slugma though."
Poor guy, he sat next to him. "Hey, maybe we can go find a fighting type to break them for you, or uh... What could help..? Vine whip maybe?" That'd be weird. He didn't know any grass types-- or anyone who could break those cuffs tbh.











