@lackadaisytrialcaptain || from here
Rufflet isn’t so much playing with Puck as he is sizing up something he can’t decide whether is food or friend or foe or??? He’s a horribly confused bird, having a harder time seeing much of anything through the messy ball of chick fuzz that obscures his eyes. Wylan has done what he can to trim and keep it out, but it seems no matter how hard he tries another tuft comes in to take its place. Less than prime vision and a penchant for eating anything smaller than him that moves creates... problems. Especially since Puck is not smaller than Rufflet, and yet, what if?
Wylan isn’t hearing the dangerous tell tale squawking, so his attention is instead on miss tye-dye on the bale of hay. Grabbing the shirt so he’s holding it in two hands, holding it behind his neck like a towel he wanders across the slab to take a seat next to them.
“You’re telling me totem Pokemon are capable of stuff like this? Wow. Color me impressed.” But not entirely convinced it’s a single wild Pokemon doing something of this scale. He’s not interested in the totem challenge... thing... or collecting the different gems that the fledgling trainers seem to be collecting and running around with. Not that he isn’t impressed, he’s just forgone the whole powerful trainer experience in lieu of performance art and personal growth. Maybe, though... maybe he could take Heracross into a couple fights. It had been quite awhile, after all. Same with Krookodile and Nidoking.
“Haven’t been to that route yet. I just got around Alola recently. Caught that goodball over there-” He comments, gesturing to the Rufflet as it tries nesting on top of the Granbull’s head, “-and spending way too much money on souvenirs. Hmm. How about you?”