Reiner nods, making a note to look into that "Pokédex application" once it's completed. He doubts he'll acquire any other Pokémon anytime soon, but hey, what does he know? He didn't think he'd meet his new Turtwig pal today, either.
He also makes a note to share his food with his Turtwig, as long as it's something the Turtwig can eat. No meat for the little fella, but plenty of fruits and veggies. Maybe they'll go on a little picnic sometime, get plenty of sun. It's not as though Reiner has to worry about sunburn; his body heals so fast that something like that isn't an issue.
Such thoughts are abandoned as a—a something zips out of Clavell's pocket. Reiner takes a reflexive step back, visibly startled. Ready to smack the something out of the air if it comes near him or his Turtwig. But … apparently, it's fine? Clavell doesn't look bothered by it. So that's … normal, Reiner guesses?
What the hell.
Reiner stares at the thing (could it be the mentioned rotom phone?) as Clavell messes with it. The Turtwig—sensing the change in Reiner's mood—nuzzles against him, trying to reclaim his attention. Reiner blinks, then scratches his Turtwig on the back of the head, earning more nuzzles.
"That sounds handy," he says rather lamely. He's still a bit bewildered by the device Clavell is using. But if it can help with the Turtwig, who is Reiner to object?
btw let's go with female turtwig!
He also makes a note to share his food with his Turtwig, as long as it's something the Turtwig can eat. No meat for the little fella, but plenty of fruits and veggies. Maybe they'll go on a little picnic sometime, get plenty of sun. It's not as though Reiner has to worry about sunburn; his body heals so fast that something like that isn't an issue.
Such thoughts are abandoned as a—a something zips out of Clavell's pocket. Reiner takes a reflexive step back, visibly startled. Ready to smack the something out of the air if it comes near him or his Turtwig. But … apparently, it's fine? Clavell doesn't look bothered by it. So that's … normal, Reiner guesses?
What the hell.
Reiner stares at the thing (could it be the mentioned rotom phone?) as Clavell messes with it. The Turtwig—sensing the change in Reiner's mood—nuzzles against him, trying to reclaim his attention. Reiner blinks, then scratches his Turtwig on the back of the head, earning more nuzzles.
"That sounds handy," he says rather lamely. He's still a bit bewildered by the device Clavell is using. But if it can help with the Turtwig, who is Reiner to object?