[Parties like this were typically the opposite place to find Waver. They were loud, boisterous, and actively encouraged anyone and everyone to get so much sun exposure that they risked getting second degree burns and at least a week of discomfort in the aftermath. For a young man who was accustomed to books, it was the antithesis of the word 'fun.'
But, just because his trainer preferred to go hide somewhere in the shade with a good book and a cold drink, that didn't mean the pokemon couldn't come out to play.
The tiny Foongus, bedecked in the fanciest tie he could find in his size, toddled around underfoot looking for some new friends. With all this commotion, there surely had to be someone around who would want to dance a few rounds with him!
...If no partners were to be found, the snack bar looked really, really appetizing. Don't mind the little mushroom staring up at you and waving it's stubby arms, as if asking for a lift or a little morsel.
Anyone who observes the Foongus closely would notice a tiny, meticulously written note folded up and pinned to the back of his little tie. It was written in tight, cramped letters, but it was still wholly understandable:
'This is Orpheus. Treat him well. If he gives you problems, go to the gazebo at the far end of the park and bring him back to me.']
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But, just because his trainer preferred to go hide somewhere in the shade with a good book and a cold drink, that didn't mean the pokemon couldn't come out to play.
The tiny Foongus, bedecked in the fanciest tie he could find in his size, toddled around underfoot looking for some new friends. With all this commotion, there surely had to be someone around who would want to dance a few rounds with him!
...If no partners were to be found, the snack bar looked really, really appetizing. Don't mind the little mushroom staring up at you and waving it's stubby arms, as if asking for a lift or a little morsel.
Anyone who observes the Foongus closely would notice a tiny, meticulously written note folded up and pinned to the back of his little tie. It was written in tight, cramped letters, but it was still wholly understandable:
'This is Orpheus. Treat him well. If he gives you problems, go to the gazebo at the far end of the park and bring him back to me.']