For a moment its whole expression just seizes up into frustration, aimed at a nondescript spot at the top of the room. Then it drops its nose and closes its eyes and splays both hands on the Heart again, tail swinging back and forth with the energy of its leftover agitation.
"Pokemon," it rasps, "not Gem. But feels like all should be well."
...that takes effort, yikes. It pats the Heart again to make its point - it's a Pokemon that's always run on instinct, and it's torn now between one pressing and present feeling and one lingering but powerful attachment. How are they supposed to react to this?
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For a moment its whole expression just seizes up into frustration, aimed at a nondescript spot at the top of the room. Then it drops its nose and closes its eyes and splays both hands on the Heart again, tail swinging back and forth with the energy of its leftover agitation.
"Pokemon," it rasps, "not Gem. But feels like all should be well."
...that takes effort, yikes. It pats the Heart again to make its point - it's a Pokemon that's always run on instinct, and it's torn now between one pressing and present feeling and one lingering but powerful attachment. How are they supposed to react to this?