Weazel
Well-known member
- Pronoun
- he/him
Archie was far from an expert in Mystery Dungeons, but he answered Wes’s questions to the best of his ability. Eventually, Odette’s stories about her team got him providing small anecdotes about his Guildmates, though he felt like they couldn’t compare to the Mawile’s own. He treated himself to an early dinner. Eventually, the changing light through the windows signaled the approach of evening, and it came time to start considering going their separate ways. Wes was the first to excuse himself, but the Oshawott hopped from his chair and followed the Lycanroc to the door.
“Wes, just a sec,” he said. But once he’d gotten the Rock Type’s attention, he hesitated a moment, unsure of what to actually say. Finally, he took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around the Lycanroc’s neck, and pulled him into a quick hug. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
He released the Lycanroc just as quickly as he’d grabbed him, hoping he hadn’t inadvertently overstepped some kind of boundary. Then he took a step back, and shot the blue wolf a grin. “I’ll see you around.”
All in all, it had been a good day.
“Wes, just a sec,” he said. But once he’d gotten the Rock Type’s attention, he hesitated a moment, unsure of what to actually say. Finally, he took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around the Lycanroc’s neck, and pulled him into a quick hug. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
He released the Lycanroc just as quickly as he’d grabbed him, hoping he hadn’t inadvertently overstepped some kind of boundary. Then he took a step back, and shot the blue wolf a grin. “I’ll see you around.”
All in all, it had been a good day.