5th Patrol: Winter's Chill

[commissionergrump]

Union
[Gordon hasn't been out and about quite as much this past month, and, when he has been spotted around town, it's typically with his family. There's no red haired youths in evidence today, though, unless one counts a Growlithe.]

[The elderly man wears his old jacket, the one without the protective enchantments and no special features beyond just being rather good at keeping one warm. His breath clouds as he walks his pokemon, the Growlithe staying close at Gordon's side, while a silver Eevee bounds ahead, inspecting this and that, bothering any pokémon they happen to come across.]

Hey, watcha doin? Wanna wrestle? I'm real good at wrestling! I'll show you! Come on!

Buddy, don't bother people.

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[heartandsoul]

[As if this isn't absurd enough, Sally balls up into an...egg...shape and rolls around, challenging the Eevee to chase her. The weeble wobbles but--like she said--she won't fall down.]

...Yeah, Sally used to be like that, too. She'd run off without me realizing it and bug people around the city. [Now apparently it's used to distract similarly rambunctious 'mons.] Sorry for the trouble, sir.

[commissionergrump]

[Buddy seems thrilled, and pounces around, trying to knock the Weeble over. He's not trying to hurt the other pokémon, more interested in play fighting than the real thing, but still, it burns off some energy.]

I'm sure I'd remember if it'd caused any actual trouble.