@dynadubwool
A pokemon! An actual, identifiable pokemon, even though it’s not common in any region he’s been to. He crouches down in front of the little sheep. “Hello! You’re a Wooloo, aren’t you?”
If he’s never seen one before, it must be rare, right? He doesn’t immediately see a trainer near it, but he also doesn’t have spare pokeballs (or a net) on his person. And what would he do with it, anyway? The phone here won’t even reach the Boss’s number, and Meowth’s the one who always has the plans, anyway.
“Oh, dash it all. I don’t suppose you’d want to just come along with me of your own accord?”












