[Michael didn't really take the time to enjoy the beach last time the group was near one. They'd been so recently arrived, with Saturn breathing down their necks, that maybe he'd been a little too stressed. Now, though, it's actually kinda nice? He takes his Pokemon out for a little walk there this morning. The ocean breeze is cool, and the salty smell of it is familiar. Even with the general presence of wild Pokemon, now willing to approach, it's peaceful
His Pokemon are around; some of them are marring the peace a little by battling said wild Pokemon, but Michael isn't keeping close tabs on them. Cat Janet has run off ahead as usual. This time, though, she comes trotting back after twenty minutes or so with a prize clamped in her jaws.]
Oh, hey! Is this breakfast? [He leans down, taking the fish from Janet, who is visibly pleased with herself.] Wasn't planning on trying Pokemon while we had other options, but I guess someone has to do it sometime...yeah, okay. I could eat fish. Geez, this thing's still alive, isn't it?
[Yeah, it's uh. It's still flopping. Cat Janet seems to have missed a crucial step somewhere. But that's no problem! Michael takes it over to a rock, gets out his little camping knife, and kneels down.
The fish looks up at Michael.
Michael looks down at the fish.
The fish continues looking up at Michael.]
......god dammit...
[Fuck. Fine, god. Michael stands up and, in a few sharp and clearly frustrated motions, tosses the fish back in the water.
Despite this, later in the afternoon, you can find Michael stalking quickly around town while a Feebas flops, slowly but doggedly, after him and his party. Cat Janet has disappeared to sulk over not getting to eat her catch, but Jane Doe is here, glancing back frequently to watch the little fish's progress. Once or twice, she shoos wild Pokemon away from it.
Michael is determinedly ignoring all of this. But even when he ducks in and out of buildings, it's still hanging around when he comes out. Ugh, why.]
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His Pokemon are around; some of them are marring the peace a little by battling said wild Pokemon, but Michael isn't keeping close tabs on them. Cat Janet has run off ahead as usual. This time, though, she comes trotting back after twenty minutes or so with a prize clamped in her jaws.]
Oh, hey! Is this breakfast? [He leans down, taking the fish from Janet, who is visibly pleased with herself.] Wasn't planning on trying Pokemon while we had other options, but I guess someone has to do it sometime...yeah, okay. I could eat fish. Geez, this thing's still alive, isn't it?
[Yeah, it's uh. It's still flopping. Cat Janet seems to have missed a crucial step somewhere. But that's no problem! Michael takes it over to a rock, gets out his little camping knife, and kneels down.
The fish looks up at Michael.
Michael looks down at the fish.
The fish continues looking up at Michael.]
......god dammit...
[Fuck. Fine, god. Michael stands up and, in a few sharp and clearly frustrated motions, tosses the fish back in the water.
Despite this, later in the afternoon, you can find Michael stalking quickly around town while a Feebas flops, slowly but doggedly, after him and his party. Cat Janet has disappeared to sulk over not getting to eat her catch, but Jane Doe is here, glancing back frequently to watch the little fish's progress. Once or twice, she shoos wild Pokemon away from it.
Michael is determinedly ignoring all of this. But even when he ducks in and out of buildings, it's still hanging around when he comes out. Ugh, why.]