[The boy nods once in response as if that explains everything. Though, as the Swirlix from before floats up to stand on his head, he seems to realize the person in the Gear is more confused than anything.]
Oh -- No. Sorry. It's -- [She puts her hands up, waving the young man off. She... has literally done nothing wrong here, and yet she still feels guilty. Must be a day that ends in 'y.']
I'm sorry to have disturbed you. Your Pokemon most have dialed me by accident.
[Because he doesn't know what that word means, Razor stares blankly for another moment. Then he looks down, at what must be the Bunnelby, and appears to watch it scramble away.
Then it dawns on him.]
Oh... No! I am sorry. My Lunch... she is... misbehaving. A lot. Sugar Cloud, also.
[This ball of cotton candy has no shame at all. Look at the smirk on its face.]
[Holding the Gear (not particularly steadily), he makes for the other side of the room to stoop down and scoop the Bunnelby into his free arm. She appears content to go limp in his grasp, eyes closing in a smile. And the candyfloss dog somehow stays perfectly balanced on him the entire time.]
This is Lunch. She is naughty, but animals... don't know what is naughty. So... It is my fault, not hers.
[And all at once, the breath rushes out of Angel's lungs in a relieved sigh. It was probably poor manners on her part to make such an assumption of the child. On the other hand, it was a hell of a name to give a Pokemon.]
You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I can't imagine you've made a habit of caring for Pokemon before this. I am sure it will take time for you to adjust to the nuances of caring for this creatures.
[That... is quite reasonable logic, and not something he'd necessarily have considered on his own. He doesn't spend a lot of time wondering why, he just accepts things as they are.]
No. Only... one moon ago, I came. [He sits back down, Lunch plopped over lazily in his lap and Sugar Cloud nestling deeper into his hair.] You have been here long?
[Angel looks a little relieved. The young man hadn't fought against her point. With luck, he'd actually taken it to heart.]
That isn't long at all. [She nods to his second question.] Quite a long time, yes... I believe last fall would have been the end of my fourth year here. Though I will admit, there were several months that I wasn't here, as well.
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Heard your voice. I thought you were in my den.
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I'm sorry to have disturbed you. Your Pokemon most have dialed me by accident.
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Then it dawns on him.]
Oh... No! I am sorry. My Lunch... she is... misbehaving. A lot. Sugar Cloud, also.
[This ball of cotton candy has no shame at all. Look at the smirk on its face.]
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Your lunch?
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[Holding the Gear (not particularly steadily), he makes for the other side of the room to stoop down and scoop the Bunnelby into his free arm. She appears content to go limp in his grasp, eyes closing in a smile. And the candyfloss dog somehow stays perfectly balanced on him the entire time.]
This is Lunch. She is naughty, but animals... don't know what is naughty. So... It is my fault, not hers.
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You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I can't imagine you've made a habit of caring for Pokemon before this. I am sure it will take time for you to adjust to the nuances of caring for this creatures.
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No. Only... one moon ago, I came. [He sits back down, Lunch plopped over lazily in his lap and Sugar Cloud nestling deeper into his hair.] You have been here long?
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That isn't long at all. [She nods to his second question.] Quite a long time, yes... I believe last fall would have been the end of my fourth year here. Though I will admit, there were several months that I wasn't here, as well.
I'm Angel, by the way.