There’s a tug at green’s pant leg. When he looks down, he’ll find a ratticate — a familiar looking one — at his feet, looking up at him with sad, brown eyes.
seems like it wants to stay with you for a little while.
Green’s been busy preparing for the race, walking back and forth all day. Only when he settles down and comes out for an evening stroll that the pokémon finds him.
His heart clenches for the seconds he take to realize it’s not the ghost of his passed friend; but someone else he knows. Down on his ankles, a hesitant hand reaches to pat the purple fur.
“Hey there. What are you doing here…?” He knows he might not be the best option when it comes to looking after Rattatas and Raticates… “Lost your trainer?”













