[Armin gives a startled sort of squeaky sound, just barely suppressing his urge to duck and cover. Instead he squeezes the Ralts cradled in his arms a little too tightly, prompting it to break into chirpy, annoyed sounds, climbing up onto Armin's back and waving it's little arms indignantly.]
A-Ah, it's all right. I'm fine. [This is said sheepishly as Armin hunches over, so Meredith doesn't fall off. Sorry about...um. This.
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A-Ah, it's all right. I'm fine. [This is said sheepishly as Armin hunches over, so Meredith doesn't fall off. Sorry about...um. This.