third tilt ♛ video/action for goldenrod
[ The feed opens to the sound of tiny feet punching through snow, and the dolphinesque giggles of a baby Pokémon. All the camera picks up is bright, glittering white, but in the background, there are heavier footfalls stuttering along, and the sound of a man's voice- ]
-said get back here! Bad- bad girl! Hand it back!
[ All at once, the camera hits snow, and it's just dark shadows and up-close crunching for several moments, before up pops the beaming face of a Smoochum! Anyone in the city is apt to have seen this darling following Arthur around. Today, it's a role reversal: Arthur's been chasing her for an hour, trying to get his 'Gear back.
She snuggles deep into her snow burrow, and the sound of Arthur wading around out there is muffled now. She can't stop giggling, though. ]
I can hear you, you know. Mark my words, I'll find you.
[ The Smoochum lets go of the 'Gear (which jolts, but doesn't go far, packed into the snow) and claps her hands to her cheeks with a high-pitched, faux squeal of terror. ]
And you know what'll happen when I find you, don't you?
[ She wriggles back and forth in excitement. ]
I'll tickle you to death!
[ Snow explodes between the Smoochum and the camera, and the feed cuts out.
Feel free to come across Arthur anywhere in the city, hunting in snowdrifts for his little friend. He'll have reclaimed his 'Gear by then, but she's still hiding.
Or, you know, just make fun of him for being adorable with his Pokémon. ]
-said get back here! Bad- bad girl! Hand it back!
[ All at once, the camera hits snow, and it's just dark shadows and up-close crunching for several moments, before up pops the beaming face of a Smoochum! Anyone in the city is apt to have seen this darling following Arthur around. Today, it's a role reversal: Arthur's been chasing her for an hour, trying to get his 'Gear back.
She snuggles deep into her snow burrow, and the sound of Arthur wading around out there is muffled now. She can't stop giggling, though. ]
I can hear you, you know. Mark my words, I'll find you.
[ The Smoochum lets go of the 'Gear (which jolts, but doesn't go far, packed into the snow) and claps her hands to her cheeks with a high-pitched, faux squeal of terror. ]
And you know what'll happen when I find you, don't you?
[ She wriggles back and forth in excitement. ]
I'll tickle you to death!
[ Snow explodes between the Smoochum and the camera, and the feed cuts out.
Feel free to come across Arthur anywhere in the city, hunting in snowdrifts for his little friend. He'll have reclaimed his 'Gear by then, but she's still hiding.
Or, you know, just make fun of him for being adorable with his Pokémon. ]