A rustle in the wind reminds us a fairy is near.

"I thought we'd gone over this a while ago?"

James steeples his fingers.

"Socially you'd just sort of come across as a cock if you walk through a group of trainers as an obvious trainer and blank everyone. Or if you lock eyes and walk away. I mean, if your region has that custom, which Sinnoh does. And I'm sure you don't want to be a cock, Cyrus."

He squints.

Obi, due to muscle wastage on the leg with the cast on after four weeks, managed to accidentally kick it off while stretching this morning. Then, because he's had four weeks of not using that leg at all, started whining and whimpering in fear when he was putting it down.

We promptly panicked thinking he'd undone all of the work on his leg and/or hurt himself (he hadn't, he'd just scared himself and wasn't used to putting weight on it again) and rushed him to the specialist vets, where they reattached the cast and gave him new bandages, saying his leg looks great and we're on track to get it off next week.

Little shit.