Ā Ā Ā Ā The thing with Green is that when he has his mind set on something, thereās really no convincing him to change it. Thereās no real dragging him away. All you have to do is let things run their course, and he is no stranger to these things ending badly. For him, that is.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Like now, after he was warned by a very tallĀ stranger not to get too close to a Dragapultās nest. Dragapult were mysterious PokĆ©mon, only found in Galar, their composition similar to that of a PokĆ©mon once thought to be extinct, which makes him wonder if it plays into its Ghost typing. He still doesnāt really understand how Ghost-types can lay eggs at all, arenāt they considered... well... ghosts? There are even legends some of them are the spirits of long-dead humans.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Though he supposes Dragapult would be a long-dead... dragon.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Anyway.
Ā Ā Ā Ā The moment he steps within a foot of the nest, which he had previously assumed was left unattended by its mother in that moment, he learns just how fast Dragapult can launch their Dreepy and heās sent bolting through the grass and fog of the Lake of Outrage, but ends up falling on his face regardless when a Dreepy collides with his back.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āDonāt say anything,ā he mutters around a mouthful of wet grass, weakly lifting a hand up to wave dismissively at the man.
@drakenskiesā mwah
