Reiner looks behind him as he hears someone speak, eyes moving up (past an adorable little creature) to find the person's face. … And up. And up. And up a little more, just for good measure.
Damn… This guy has even Bertolt beat in height. Talk about impressive.
Where another person might feel intimidated by a stranger of such height stepping from the shadows behind them, Reiner smiles, inordinately pleased. He's such a big guy that finding someone taller than him is something of a novelty. Too bad Bertolt isn't here to see it; it would probably make Bertolt feel like a kid again.
"I'm told this type is called a Turtwig," Reiner says, gently scooping his Pokémon into his arms as he stands. He has to crane his neck back a little more than he's accustomed to, but he doesn't mind. Nor does the Turtwig mind the sudden elevation change; it settles quite happily in Reiner's arms, pleased with its perch. "Cute, huh?"
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Damn… This guy has even Bertolt beat in height. Talk about impressive.
Where another person might feel intimidated by a stranger of such height stepping from the shadows behind them, Reiner smiles, inordinately pleased. He's such a big guy that finding someone taller than him is something of a novelty. Too bad Bertolt isn't here to see it; it would probably make Bertolt feel like a kid again.
"I'm told this type is called a Turtwig," Reiner says, gently scooping his Pokémon into his arms as he stands. He has to crane his neck back a little more than he's accustomed to, but he doesn't mind. Nor does the Turtwig mind the sudden elevation change; it settles quite happily in Reiner's arms, pleased with its perch. "Cute, huh?"