[ Later in the morning, after the initial "what's going on" is out of the way, people can find a blond boy sitting out on the beach, his legs pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs. He looks despondent, staring out at the sea with a blank stare.
This was not how Hotaru had planned to spend her day. She thought she'd be able to finish the novel she was reading, maybe spend time with her Pokémon... not wind up in the body of a boy with a weird voice and a body that didn't seem human or Pokémon.
At least Setsuna had insisted she pack some more utilitarian clothing - she was glad to be able to wear a black T-shirt and shorts in this case.
But.... ugh. She wanted this to be over. Her Pokémon couldn't even comfort her, since she couldn't even understand them any more... ]
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This was not how Hotaru had planned to spend her day. She thought she'd be able to finish the novel she was reading, maybe spend time with her Pokémon... not wind up in the body of a boy with a weird voice and a body that didn't seem human or Pokémon.
At least Setsuna had insisted she pack some more utilitarian clothing - she was glad to be able to wear a black T-shirt and shorts in this case.
But.... ugh. She wanted this to be over. Her Pokémon couldn't even comfort her, since she couldn't even understand them any more... ]