Reiner shoots Houndoom another smile, liking him more by the minute. A Pokémon who looks after younger Pokémon, huh? Thanks to Reiner's time as an older trainee (by a whopping two years) in the 104th Training Corps, he can't help but feel a sense of kinship with Houndoom. If his arms weren't full of Turtwig, he'd probably try to give Houndoom a scratch on the head, too. But, of course, Turtwig has Reiner's arms thoroughly claimed.
He hesitates before answering the question, then admits somewhat sheepishly, "Honestly, I'm not sure. I never owned a pet back home. I've helped care for horses, but I wasn't the only one doing it; we rotated duties."
However, despite his lack of experience, Reiner is determined to do right by his Turtwig. "How about starting with what it likes to eat?" Then, realizing something: "Oh, uh. Is there a way to tell if it's a boy or a girl? Or do they have sexes? I feel a little weird saying 'it,' and I haven't come up with a name yet."
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He hesitates before answering the question, then admits somewhat sheepishly, "Honestly, I'm not sure. I never owned a pet back home. I've helped care for horses, but I wasn't the only one doing it; we rotated duties."
However, despite his lack of experience, Reiner is determined to do right by his Turtwig. "How about starting with what it likes to eat?" Then, realizing something: "Oh, uh. Is there a way to tell if it's a boy or a girl? Or do they have sexes? I feel a little weird saying 'it,' and I haven't come up with a name yet."