[The camera is a little shaky, and Riz is grinning wide enough to split his entire face. He's clearly holding the gear out with one arm, the other one wrapped around a creature who seems a little dazed and unsure of what is happening. Who is this strange boy?]
Falco? Falco, I got you one! Lemme know whenever you get the Kecleon and we can trade!
[ when falco opens the video call with his own— oh, he lets out a quiet gasp and smiles wide. how did he just go out there and— find one?! what luck! ]
Riz! Ah, look— [ falco turns the camera away from him to focus on the middle of the room he’s staying in, and holy ducking bananas that’s a lot of kecleon. they climbing all the walls, windows, beds, all them little guys with either red or blue ribbons tied around their necks. the mother is a touch camera shy and doesn’t appear fully, but sharpshooter’s red belly band is still over a spot on the bed with a cluster of the little guys. one in particular has a yellow bow on top of a blue ribbon, and it’s the one falco is focusing on. ] He’s the one! After three clutches . . .
[ for who knew how long— falco didn’t mind it. the city was so big he’s sure he hasn’t seen even half of it, yet! the resources and stores are wonderful, and maybe it’s just a little too cold to travel for long! ]
If you are in Goldenrod you could also drop by our place. Mando was talking about inviting you for dinner sometime anyway.
[Riz tries to avoid pokemon centres because that is where the Joys dwell. And there is something not right about those things. He assumes their identical presence is due to the same whatever was used to create the Jennies, so presumably the same person (or persons) are behind them both, and that just cannot be good.
Yes, he has never once healed his pokemon at a pokemon centre. It's fine. They can eat herbs.]
[ he gestures at a now gathered handful of six baby kecleon at once with their propped pokeballs waiting in alignment at the closest table. he has to make two trips to the PC downstairs anyway! ]
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Falco? Falco, I got you one! Lemme know whenever you get the Kecleon and we can trade!
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Riz! Ah, look— [ falco turns the camera away from him to focus on the middle of the room he’s staying in, and holy ducking bananas that’s a lot of kecleon. they climbing all the walls, windows, beds, all them little guys with either red or blue ribbons tied around their necks. the mother is a touch camera shy and doesn’t appear fully, but sharpshooter’s red belly band is still over a spot on the bed with a cluster of the little guys. one in particular has a yellow bow on top of a blue ribbon, and it’s the one falco is focusing on. ] He’s the one! After three clutches . . .
[ his chuckle is relieved. ]
Where can we meet?
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Holy shit. Look at them. That's so many lil' guys.
[He may have been hanging around Boober too much, copying his vernacular and all.]
Uh, where are you at? We're in Goldenrod City for the winter, but I can travel to any of the nearby cities.
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[ for who knew how long— falco didn’t mind it. the city was so big he’s sure he hasn’t seen even half of it, yet! the resources and stores are wonderful, and maybe it’s just a little too cold to travel for long! ]
Is the Pokémon Center okay?
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[Riz tries to avoid pokemon centres because that is where the Joys dwell. And there is something not right about those things. He assumes their identical presence is due to the same whatever was used to create the Jennies, so presumably the same person (or persons) are behind them both, and that just cannot be good.
Yes, he has never once healed his pokemon at a pokemon centre. It's fine. They can eat herbs.]
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I can do that. Where can I go?
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[He'll get very cross and sassy if you do!]
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[ he has to definitely box all these babies. and so that there’s no pressure on poor boober: ]
And if dinner doesn’t work out, I can always just stop by to drop him off.
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[ he gestures at a now gathered handful of six baby kecleon at once with their propped pokeballs waiting in alignment at the closest table. he has to make two trips to the PC downstairs anyway! ]