[And boy, are those eyebrows twitching right now.]
You... you...!
[Hiroshi nearly commits suicide via slugging a Pokemon when he feels a paw on his pants leg. He blinks as Takuro forces himself to his feet, wobbling.]
Wait, Takuro, you shouldn't --
[The Axew holds his paw up. Slowly, he staggers over to where the Smeargle is and stares at it eye to eye. He can barely stand. And then, carefully, boldly...
...he takes some of the sludge still on his own body, dips his paw in it, smeks the Smeargle on the nose and... draws his own mustache. He wobbles back, nodding, before falling back down on his butt again.
As Hiroshi rushes to check on him again, he can't help but feel he's just observed something... conciliatory?]
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You... you...!
[Hiroshi nearly commits suicide via slugging a Pokemon when he feels a paw on his pants leg. He blinks as Takuro forces himself to his feet, wobbling.]
Wait, Takuro, you shouldn't --
[The Axew holds his paw up. Slowly, he staggers over to where the Smeargle is and stares at it eye to eye. He can barely stand. And then, carefully, boldly...
...he takes some of the sludge still on his own body, dips his paw in it, smeks the Smeargle on the nose and... draws his own mustache. He wobbles back, nodding, before falling back down on his butt again.
As Hiroshi rushes to check on him again, he can't help but feel he's just observed something... conciliatory?]