Weazel
Well-known member
- Pronoun
- he/him
The seconds seemed to stretch on for an eternity, but, eventually, Kimiko did answer in the affirmative. The Oshawott was sure the Snivy would probably rather a trusted friend be the one watching her back, but unfortunately, the best he could offer was a comrade-in-arms. At the very least, she seemed to agree that it was better than nothing. So he nodded his head in her direction, and gave her his best reassuring smile. Hopefully in the meantime the others would be able to get an idea of the town they’d found themselves in, and hopefully meet up with any of the others from the nexus who might’ve arrived here as well.
“No problem!”
And soon enough, the pair were alone with Gerome. Well, not quite, but their first task was to clear out the last straggler, the still sleeping Granbull. Figuring there was no time like the present, Archie marched up to the slumbering menace, and gave him a firm but gentle shake on his shoulder.
“Hey buddy, closing time,” he said, before adding more humorously, “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
No dice, and it didn’t seem like Kimiko was having any better luck, either. Well, at least the Tyranitar was able to wake him up. The Oshawott at least took the time to escort the patron to the door. The Granbull didn’t seem the surest on his feet – not that the Oshawott could’ve done much to help had he fallen. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that! He also closed the door for good measure, just so no one would think to walk in while they were cleaning up, before rejoining Kimiko and Gerome near the bar.
“No problem!”
And soon enough, the pair were alone with Gerome. Well, not quite, but their first task was to clear out the last straggler, the still sleeping Granbull. Figuring there was no time like the present, Archie marched up to the slumbering menace, and gave him a firm but gentle shake on his shoulder.
“Hey buddy, closing time,” he said, before adding more humorously, “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
No dice, and it didn’t seem like Kimiko was having any better luck, either. Well, at least the Tyranitar was able to wake him up. The Oshawott at least took the time to escort the patron to the door. The Granbull didn’t seem the surest on his feet – not that the Oshawott could’ve done much to help had he fallen. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that! He also closed the door for good measure, just so no one would think to walk in while they were cleaning up, before rejoining Kimiko and Gerome near the bar.