Sealing the plant away with an audible click, Vincent, double, than triple bags the little flower for good measure, before packing the bundle away into a side pocket in his bag. Noting the agitation of Nathan's Ralts, he plods over and bends down to the stubby Feeling Pokemon.
"Hey there little guy. You look stressed." He smiles.
"Not much I can do about that myself, but since Nathan and myself will be working together for at least a bit, I'd like you to know I'll be watching his back while I'm here. I don't know the details myself and I won't pry, but I know enough to guess your first meeting wasn't pleasant." His voice is calm and his tone gentle as he mentions this.
"I won't promise I'm the most reliable of sorts, but as long as I'm going to be around, I'll keep an eye out for you as well. So do try to fret a bit less, little guy. It doesn't suit you."
Winston has padded over and plonked himself down next to the Ralts.
"You two haven't really been properly acquainted, but this is Winston. Don't worry. He's friendly. And doesn't bite." Vincent gives the growlithe a narrow stare. "Other people, anyway."
The little dog coughs a mouthful of soot, then gives a happy little yap.
"Brat." He reaches over and scratches Winston behind the ears affectionately.
"Hey there little guy. You look stressed." He smiles.
"Not much I can do about that myself, but since Nathan and myself will be working together for at least a bit, I'd like you to know I'll be watching his back while I'm here. I don't know the details myself and I won't pry, but I know enough to guess your first meeting wasn't pleasant." His voice is calm and his tone gentle as he mentions this.
"I won't promise I'm the most reliable of sorts, but as long as I'm going to be around, I'll keep an eye out for you as well. So do try to fret a bit less, little guy. It doesn't suit you."
Winston has padded over and plonked himself down next to the Ralts.
"You two haven't really been properly acquainted, but this is Winston. Don't worry. He's friendly. And doesn't bite." Vincent gives the growlithe a narrow stare. "Other people, anyway."
The little dog coughs a mouthful of soot, then gives a happy little yap.
"Brat." He reaches over and scratches Winston behind the ears affectionately.
