#baabaalolanratatta

“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not... but thanks anyways?” The Pangoro scratched his ear, looking back at his brother who was surprisingly off doing something instead of butting into the conversation.“To answer your question... He ain’t really my brother. At least not by blood. Let’s just say when he was a little baby Scraggy, his old home just wasn’t safe for someone his age... And that’s a huge understatement. When my mother found out, she took him in immediately without a second thought.” Barett looked up to the sky in thought, smiling to himself a bit. “Even before we adopted him, he always felt like an annoying baby brother to me... But not a bad one either.”

Barett cracked a grin, getting on one of his knees and ‘staring’ into the eyes of the Ratatta. Or at least one would assume so, since his eyes had a patch of fur or a shadow covering them. “Ya’ don’t understand, short stack. I may not seem like it too much, but me and my baby brotha… We ain’t the most law abiding people. We’re the kind of people who would rather break it.” The Pangoro chuckled darkly, crossing his arms.“And I never said our home was gonna like some happy family off of a family sitcom. But it’s much better than the rat hole he was in. He would have been dead long ago if we hadn’t taken him in…”