[The Lickitung glances to Gordon, then back to the Luggage, setting it down, cautiously. It withdraws most of its tongue, nubby little hands rubbing the tongue as it retracts as if it dislikes the taste of something.]
[The Rhyhorn cautiously takes a step forward, trying to get out of the aisle, some already broken merchandise crushing under foot, giving the rock type pause. Gordon, for his part, keeps his attention on The Luggage.]
no subject
[The Lickitung glances to Gordon, then back to the Luggage, setting it down, cautiously. It withdraws most of its tongue, nubby little hands rubbing the tongue as it retracts as if it dislikes the taste of something.]
[The Rhyhorn cautiously takes a step forward, trying to get out of the aisle, some already broken merchandise crushing under foot, giving the rock type pause. Gordon, for his part, keeps his attention on The Luggage.]
Who is your bond-mate?