toloveandtrust
Thereās a young man sitting on a bench with a Growlithe, and that gives him some small, anchoring sense of familiarity as he approaches and seats himself at the opposite end, so as to not raise too much alarm.Ā
Ā«Your Growlithe seems happy enough with you. I wonder, have you been here long, trainer?Ā»
Thereās not much else to do but think here, Green finds. Heās been doing a lot of that, and staying in his living space too long just to do so would drive him stir-crazy. With all this talk of having been here before, but not remembering it--being dragged to some virtual world was enough to deal with without the added bonus of apparent time-travel. It was nuts. Ā Growlithe seems content, but heās pretty much always content so long as heās getting enough attention. To have him small again wasnāt something that bothered Green much; heād finally come to terms with the fact that all Pokemon were important and deserved respect regardless of how well they did in battle. A pair of fingers absent-mindedly rubs between perked ears when the stranger shows up; Green stiffens, watching him with some wariness.Ā
āJust over a week. Whatās it to ya?āĀ Growlithe chirps with an answer that implies a much longer duration--
