[A little Ralts, trying to politely dispose of the wrappings of something frozen and sweet-- a topsicle, perhaps?
A kind Cubchoo had helped him get it. Nothing bad happened!
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Ichiro stopped and looked over at them, breaking into a grin when his gaze lighted on his trainer.
With a squeak he dashed forward, sticky hands and all. Boss, where have you been!?]
I-Ichiro?! [Naoto stammered, reacting quickly to catch the little psychic-type and avoid the sticky mess.] Where have you been? I've been looking for you all afternoon!
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A kind Cubchoo had helped him get it. Nothing bad happened!
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Ichiro stopped and looked over at them, breaking into a grin when his gaze lighted on his trainer.
With a squeak he dashed forward, sticky hands and all. Boss, where have you been!?]
I-Ichiro?! [Naoto stammered, reacting quickly to catch the little psychic-type and avoid the sticky mess.] Where have you been? I've been looking for you all afternoon!