[The bag rustling gets a little grumble, but it's the apple coupled with his food appreciating Abra lifting off of his chest that gets him to sit up. He watches her air-tumble towards the apple and snatch it up, halting a few feet short of Blue.
Oh, a girl -- a pretty girl -- maybe, even a Pokémon Trainer? Or someone like him, who'd come from a world without it?
In the games, if you locked eyes with another trainer you'd have to battle them, so he pointedly looks at a place over her shoulder when he gives her a totally not tired wave. His other Pokémon, at least, stay asleep.]
Good morn... er... afternoon? [Um... Manners, manners -- Abra floats back over to Hibiki and presents the apple to him. Oh, that's not his. He holds it out in Blue's direction, raising his voice a little because everything is blanketed in the muted sounds of totally-wasn't-asleep.] Is this yours?
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Oh, a girl -- a pretty girl -- maybe, even a Pokémon Trainer? Or someone like him, who'd come from a world without it?
In the games, if you locked eyes with another trainer you'd have to battle them, so he pointedly looks at a place over her shoulder when he gives her a totally not tired wave. His other Pokémon, at least, stay asleep.]
Good morn... er... afternoon? [Um... Manners, manners -- Abra floats back over to Hibiki and presents the apple to him. Oh, that's not his. He holds it out in Blue's direction, raising his voice a little because everything is blanketed in the muted sounds of totally-wasn't-asleep.] Is this yours?