"Noted. Let me know when you're done." He taps back.
"Well done, little guy." He reaches down and ruffles the growlithe's fur, only to withdraw his hand with a grimace. Staring at the black layer of ash from the fire pit on his palm, he sighs. "And you're a mess."
Winston whines.
"Look, doggo. We're going to get you cleaned up. No Pokemon of mine is going to walk around looking like he crawled through a chimney."
The look returned loosely translated could be summed up as a slightly profane version of That was your idea.
"Regardless." Vincent reaches into his backpack and unwraps the grooming kit he picked up in town earlier. "Let's get you brushed down."
It takes a couple of minutes, with Winston whining, whimpering, squirming and generally making a scene the entire way. Vincent didn't quite care. He'd known the Puppy Pokemon long enough to realize that while Winston actually enjoyed the grooming sessions, it didn't stop him from acting like an utter diva each and every time the subject of grooming came up.
"Not so bad now, is it?"
Winston lets out a short bark. I hate you, Boss.
"You're such a brat." The Puppy Pokemon licks his trainer's face.
Turning to the Paras, with an expression of 'what am I going to do about you', he lowers himself to one leg, using his cane to stabilize himself.
"Moran. You didn't get to fight, but I'd be happy to groom you as well." He proffers the hairbrush which he's topped with a tiny layer of moisturizer for the Paras' dry skin, placing it on the ground in front of the bug as it peeks out from under it's food dish and letting the mushroom Pokemon examine the brush for itself.
"Thing is, I really can't do it without touching you. Your call really. Won't force you."
He waits patiently to see Moran's reaction to the offer.
"Well done, little guy." He reaches down and ruffles the growlithe's fur, only to withdraw his hand with a grimace. Staring at the black layer of ash from the fire pit on his palm, he sighs. "And you're a mess."
Winston whines.
"Look, doggo. We're going to get you cleaned up. No Pokemon of mine is going to walk around looking like he crawled through a chimney."
The look returned loosely translated could be summed up as a slightly profane version of That was your idea.
"Regardless." Vincent reaches into his backpack and unwraps the grooming kit he picked up in town earlier. "Let's get you brushed down."
It takes a couple of minutes, with Winston whining, whimpering, squirming and generally making a scene the entire way. Vincent didn't quite care. He'd known the Puppy Pokemon long enough to realize that while Winston actually enjoyed the grooming sessions, it didn't stop him from acting like an utter diva each and every time the subject of grooming came up.
"Not so bad now, is it?"
Winston lets out a short bark. I hate you, Boss.
"You're such a brat." The Puppy Pokemon licks his trainer's face.
Turning to the Paras, with an expression of 'what am I going to do about you', he lowers himself to one leg, using his cane to stabilize himself.
"Moran. You didn't get to fight, but I'd be happy to groom you as well." He proffers the hairbrush which he's topped with a tiny layer of moisturizer for the Paras' dry skin, placing it on the ground in front of the bug as it peeks out from under it's food dish and letting the mushroom Pokemon examine the brush for itself.
"Thing is, I really can't do it without touching you. Your call really. Won't force you."
He waits patiently to see Moran's reaction to the offer.
