@tm-32
Watching his girl pace and mumble about routines wasn’t as fun as doing routines. His sheep was also just sitting there. Safe. Like a good sheep! And oh boy! Oh boy there was a smell! Like a FRIEND? The Growlithe got up, skittering off while Sayuri’s attention was elsewhere and following his nose.
Oh yes! Oh there, there! <HELLO!>
Koro barked excitedly, tail going a mile a minute as he bounded in a circle around the Umbreon he’d found. <Hi! Hello! You smell like a friend!>
Someone runs over, and the poor wurmple pinned under his paw is let free. (it had been just a play thing, not food) as the orange striped pokemon ran up. Oh, a growlithe! didn’t see too many of those, least that he liked. Most were police dogs chasing him away from rubbish cans.
“Smell like friend? You smell like burning.”
