#ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ! 🌿 queued

[gmaxsweetness]

@gigekitanzan

Milo’s still sat by the side of the water as the day fades into late afternoon. He hasn’t taken his hand out of the water, finding the cool numbness relaxing

As the sun moves in the sky, though, he finds himself turning a little, moving to face it more. It’s rejuvenating like nothing else; more than sleep, more than food.

Perhaps he should find that odder than he does.

A few wild Pokemon come up to him, but they scatter as soon as he turns to face them; only Grass- and Normal-types linger for more than a couple of seconds before turning tail. He doesn’t pay them much mind, simply offering them a small smile, a shadow of his usual sunshine grin. Maybe a wave, if they stay long enough for him to raise his hand.

You need to conserve your energy. You’ve been out of the sun most of today.

It’s as the sun sets that he hears heavy footfalls approaching his spot. He’d brush it off as another wild Pokemon, but the cadence isn’t quite right to not be human. That said, he’s never met a person with such thundering footsteps before.

Out of curiosity, he looks up.

The figure in the distance is far away, their silhouette unfamiliar at first, and he’s unable to distinguish where its legs are. As it approaches though, its build becomes more recognisable, though some features -- a tail? -- keep total realisation from setting in.

The glint of light on blue shades and through platinum blond hair is what’s enough to make him stand, pulling his hand out of the water and waving, trying to catch the figure’s attention.

“Gordie!”