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hey pickle juice I brought some rainbow beans for you.
pickle juice ? ? zeraora cants its head in utter confusion. puzzled, it did not respond initially. however, the smaller one still lingers, food offered in hand. knowing now that they were referring to it, zeraora saunters over. furry paw extends, pricking a bean betwixt sharp claws; depositing it into its fanged maw. letting out a satisfied snarl, the bipedal feline bows its head in mute appreciation for their gift.
' mrrow. '
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this spark is foreign, yet familiar to its own. in a way that the current's general flow resonates with every other electric type. astonished, zeraora pauses. blue irises peering curiously at him, measuring his merit. it's bulky paw returns a few passive jolts back, innocuous and non-aggressive. despite the skepticism still written all over its facial features.
@zera0ra approached: it can sense electricity coming from the human. a paw extends outward, bristling with its own energy— to see a reaction.
Hau reaches out as well, slowly, as to not startle the Pokémon. He sends out a few sparks like he does with his Alolan Raichu. An electric greeting of sorts!
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Hau stares at the Pokémon, not sure what to make of the situation. Feels similar to his own energy, though. Maybe a fellow electric type? "Alola!" Better be polite and greet either way!
oh. it's this kid again. something obviously tethers them together if they frequently cross paths like this.
zeraora bids greeting with an acknowledging head nod. respectful. yet still wary of the other.
it wonders if this human is capable of fighting like another one it is familiar with.
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Zeraora is a jojo reference. you heard it here folks.
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it remains silently astute over the human. zeraora faintly recalls another one of their ilk but wearing a blue jacket. it took little effort connecting the dots, considering their same species. zeraora dons an inquisitive stare, whilst growing thoughtful. not all humans share similar morals, zeraora's hesitance is obvious when the human expresses concern over its well-being. nary an inch closer did it make. keeping its distance, wary of ulterior motives. the bipedal feline rumbles a chuff-turned-purr, rolling its tongue placidly. conveying neutral response. convinced by potential promise for free food, zeraora saunters toward them, its body language suggests wanting to follow.
it stands there, staring. observing ree. ( @zera0ra )
You ever look at your life and think, this might as well happen?
Ree’s had a bad day. Well. A mixed day. They went to Tapu Bulu’s shrine, which went incredibly well if they do say so themself, but also — they had an upsetting incident after that. Ree had sulked in their room for an hour before Guzma called for all the skulls to cause some destruction, and honestly smashing shit felt way more therapeutic than was probably healthy.
They’re trailing behind the other skulls — their legs hurt, and they’re going slower because they wanted to take their time — when they feel the eyes on them. Ree turns to look, brow furrowed slightly.

There’s a weird lookin cat staring back at them. Ree shifts on their feet, cane on the ground, and frowns.
“… are you okay? You hungry or somethin?”
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