It was small just like, perfect for someone to take care of as their first mon.
" I think it is suitable, I do hope you take care of it well. "
He'd offer a simple smile, treating her not as an outsider but rather as a person of inquiry.
Said Buneary was being loved so much it couldn't respond not think of a proper response. Thumping its foot against her from excitement.
He ended up just standing petting his arbok a bit more allowing him to slither around a bit afterwards.
" I wouldn't have wasted my time if you couldn't do it on your own. "
He let out a huff of air, returning to tending to his Arbok for a moment before smirking. What an awfully cheery one she is.
" Are you going to name that one ? "
Well now this was odd. . . How to react. . . ? After nearly being toppled over from the expected hug, his had resided to her head now. . .
While the other wrapped around her waist, uncertain if this was the correct response but still did so.
" Yes, yes you did. . . Good job. "
He watched the ball land and being to shake.
1. . .
2. . .
3. . .
Click. . .!
He hadn't expected any less of her, she had the conviction to do so but not the confidence to do so.
" Your did a good job. "
Giving her a small gentle pat on the head before giving one to Arbok.
The first choice was a good one, the slithering serpent traversed through the grass before meeting its target. Sneaking up and chomping down on the small Buneary. . .
" It is already knocked out, you can throw a ball now. "
He motions over noticing how easily it fell.
It is up to you to pick what is best for the situation. "
A simple nod gave Arbok slightly better time comprehending that this was her first time and he would listen to her just this once.
It wasn't a situation where it mattered, if anything she could replace the balls she used afterwards. The man stood still before Arbok came out slightly confused by the interaction of her calling him out instead.
" His moves are Poison Jab, Fire Fang, Leech Life. and Toxic.
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" Well, it is on you to pick which one you want. "
He remembered she never bothered to pick up a ball on their way over, so he'd offer some for her to use for this moment.
To break that fear it seemed like she needed a push, especially from how she was clutching onto his side like a scared child.
He stopped in front of the meadow of flowers with the bunnies hopping about. . . He would let her get a chance to observe them without saying a word.