Etude No. 2 [Open Action Log]

[machitobaye]

[Machi knew the dog was following him.

It had been since he'd dropped that ball... capsule... container... thing... he wasn't really sure what to call it now, but it had somehow contained a dog or called it to him and now it was following him.

The problem was, Machi was afraid of dogs.Not petrified, exactly, but even small ones made him uneasy--

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[actiooon]

[vocal_gardens]

[And Kitora was, once again, being a very strange breeder... or trainer...

Well, he wasn't sure what he was doing, exactly, but he sat near Cherrygrove city's edge, sprinkling the small blue bulb with water. Like any other plant, the little plant-like pokémon seemed rather excited to have the water splashed on it. It was just too endearing that he didn't have a problem spending a good half an hour playing with the little thing and a water bottle.

It was during this time of little play that he spotted the new figure walking towards the edge.

...and she... or he... looked absolutely terrified. Kitora waited until the person moved closer before calling out, his voice deep but calm enough.]

...are you alright?

[You are my favourite aaaa]

[machitobaye]

[Machi stopped. For a moment, he simply stood there, as though perhaps he didn't see Kitora at all. Then, finally, he turned his head in the tall figure's general direction.

General being the operative word.

With the sunglasses obscuring his eyes, Machi was free to direct his sight anywhere and get away with being 'blind'--his face may have turned roughly toward Kitora's position, but he was in fact glancing hastily behind him, checking to be sure the dog was nowhere nearby. Then he raised one hand to his chest, as though asking silently the immediate question:

Me?]

[:D You're too sweet]

[vocal_gardens]

[Yes, Kitora was sure. This new individual must have been very new, if not very lost. He still didn't know who was here, but those who seemed to know they were supposed to come here usually headed in this direction... or had stumbled upon their way here by accident. He was pretty sure, by the person was very new.

Now, Kitora wasn't normally the type to offer help. Years of teasing and an intimidating presence tended to turn people away from him. But his eyes, hidden behind that curtain of moss-colored hair, were glued to the peculiar swirl on the stranger's head. It reminded him of an overlapped calla lily.

He nodded, holding up a hand to wave.]

Yes. Hello... you seem... dazed. Are you in need of assistance?

[I hope you can tag to this....]

[machitobaye]

[]Machi saw but did not see--his gaze, apparently directed somewhere off to the slight left of Kitora, was deliberately unfocused; as such,he didn't appear to see him.

He hesitated visibly, disconcerted, before speaking; he had a very thick accent.]

...uh. Is... okay.