"So what you’re tellin’ me is this diglet has a better tan than me?" With that retort, he clicked his tongue and rose to his feet, taking a moment to scrape off any sand that remained stuck to his body. He then stood with his hands resting on his hips, shifting a static glance between Misty and the strange Pokémon.
Actually, it was very believable; Green was just bitter that he didn’t tan well.
Misty theory was also surprisingly probable. Diglet was a Ground-type which was typically found in caves, tunnels, or just underground in general, so their bodies aren’t used to or build for large amounts of sunlight. Their eyesight is poor to begin with from living in the dark and so the sun’s rays would most likely be especially damaging on their vision. This guy must have just strayed too far from the cave and became unable to find his way back, especially after becoming blind.
"Well, seems like this thing and your psyduck share a drawback, then! Their both handicapped in some way, so hey, maybe they’d make pretty good training buddies, yeah?"
The only bump in that theory was getting this diglet to join fores with him, seeing as how he really didn’t want to catch it. Green believed that he’d came up with a pretty good way to convince it, though.
"Hey, buddy!" The leader said to the diglet in an outward yet gentle tone, kneeling down beside it. "I understand you can’t see well, right? That must be rough; I feel for you. So, what if I told you I knew a way of fixing that…?"
Green had been afraid that his voice might have scared the thing off, but it had stayed around after hearing he and Misty exchange words about it, so he’d decided to take a shot.
It remained still for most of his address, but after Green finished his last sentence, the diglet slowly turned to face him, seeming to slowly bob in the earth, almost as if it were eager or anxious in some way. He then knew it was definitely listening to what he had to say.
"Well, you see…" he started, "We have a friend over here who can’t think all that great, and I think you two could get along pretty well. See, we were gonna fix his problem by evolving him into a smarter Pokémon by doing some battling. You know, if you evolved, you’d grow two new heads with two brand new pairs of eyes. How’s that sound to ya?”
After that, the diglet was truly intrested: it begin bobbing up and down at an increased rate and crying out excitedly. It then moved closer to Green until bumping into his leg, where it remaining making a quaint cooing sound.
"Awesome," the brunet smiled, petting the thing for a moment. He then raised up to face Misty, a grin upon his face.
"Looks like I made a friend!" He exclaimed with a chuckle. "So, waddya say? You game?"
