that awkward moment when you realize your pokemon are getting more action than you
[There's nothing unusual about this particular version of Maxie being on that beach that overlooks Hoenn; the team leaders from that particular region make no secret of exactly how much they favor that particular location, and it's actually fairly common to see him exactly as he is now: sitting on the ground well clear of the surf, though not too far from it, leaning back idly with his legs stretched out in front of him, hands half-buried in the sand to support himself. He's even got Camerupt out; the fire camel seems rather content to just lie flopped down at Maxie's side.
There are a couple of things that are unusual, however: the first is the fact that he's not staring at Hoenn, his gaze fixed somewhere other than the smoke rising from Mt. Chimney for once.
The second is his...current company. Namely, Slugmas.
A lot of Slugmas.
They're babies, from the look of it, given that they're surrounded by the remains of various eggs, rather tiny and...far more derpy than usual; there are at least twenty of them on that beach, most of them seeming content to cluster together while they explore. Though "explore" isn't exactly the most accurate way of putting it; they seem rather fascinated with the surf, edging toward it with the outward ebbing of the water, only to about-face and start the world's slowest retreat when the waves start to become larger - the tide's coming in.
This wouldn't be so awkward if it weren't for the fact that they keep doing it. Just. Rushing the ocean in a small herd (...they're called herds, right?) before fleeing the waves about as quickly as a level five fireslug can. They've been at it for the last twenty minutes.
Maxie rolls his eyes.]
...that's going to keep happening, you know.
[As irritated as he sounds, however, he doesn't seem too inclined to stop them; it's a bit hard to say whether he's truly interested in watching or just sort of hoping the whole stupid lot will drown themselves eventually.
He shoots his gaze toward Camerupt after a moment; Camerupt is, for once, not looking completely unimpressed, instead watching the incredibly derpy proceedings with something that might actually be considered vague interest.]
Don't get any ideas. We're not keeping all of them.
[Clearly, there's something to be said for having a monogendered team that this particular genius didn't consider, as well as certain things that need to be watched for; after this, he's going to be figuring out exactly what the hell his female Magcargo has been up to lately.
...besides the completely obvious.]
There are a couple of things that are unusual, however: the first is the fact that he's not staring at Hoenn, his gaze fixed somewhere other than the smoke rising from Mt. Chimney for once.
The second is his...current company. Namely, Slugmas.
A lot of Slugmas.
They're babies, from the look of it, given that they're surrounded by the remains of various eggs, rather tiny and...far more derpy than usual; there are at least twenty of them on that beach, most of them seeming content to cluster together while they explore. Though "explore" isn't exactly the most accurate way of putting it; they seem rather fascinated with the surf, edging toward it with the outward ebbing of the water, only to about-face and start the world's slowest retreat when the waves start to become larger - the tide's coming in.
This wouldn't be so awkward if it weren't for the fact that they keep doing it. Just. Rushing the ocean in a small herd (...they're called herds, right?) before fleeing the waves about as quickly as a level five fireslug can. They've been at it for the last twenty minutes.
Maxie rolls his eyes.]
...that's going to keep happening, you know.
[As irritated as he sounds, however, he doesn't seem too inclined to stop them; it's a bit hard to say whether he's truly interested in watching or just sort of hoping the whole stupid lot will drown themselves eventually.
He shoots his gaze toward Camerupt after a moment; Camerupt is, for once, not looking completely unimpressed, instead watching the incredibly derpy proceedings with something that might actually be considered vague interest.]
Don't get any ideas. We're not keeping all of them.
[Clearly, there's something to be said for having a monogendered team that this particular genius didn't consider, as well as certain things that need to be watched for; after this, he's going to be figuring out exactly what the hell his female Magcargo has been up to lately.
...besides the completely obvious.]