☭ 011 [Video/Action-Olivine]

[meatysoviet]

[He's standing outside the Olivine Pokécentre, having dropped off his Onix to recuperate while he looks around. He's dressed far more casually than usual (though his scarf is still obviously present), and his pokemon seem to be enjoying the change of scenery as much as he is.]

Olivine is a nice place, even though the trip was... a little peculiar. And long.

[He brushes off his coat a little, only to illegibly grumble as his Munchlax and Luvdisc take this as an invitation to get all up in his personal space, the Russian staying quiet while letting himself get accustomed to his new monsters-come-shoulder pads. It's a very stylish look.]

Am not even going to question what happened these last few days, is little point to do so, but I am curious as what there is to do in Olivine- I have ever been here before and all that leaps out at me is lighthouse. Is there anything else of interest?

Private to Minne:
Apologies for the wait, for some reason a few days last week were escaping me.

Where is your home? I am not going to pretend I know where it is- can you direct me from the Pokecenter, or another identifiable landmark?

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Action [*all the hugs and love*.]

[her_mouse_jesty]

[Minnie giggles, bending over to give Pokemon a fond petting.]

Come along, follow me. I've got plenty of food for every person and every Pokemon, especially such adorable darlings like you!

[She takes Dipshit by the paw, and gently glides Raivis along as she heads for the kitchen. Oswald is already at the washroom, with the door wide open. He leans on the wall, arms crossed. He looks a little jealous at the attention. Welcome to this weird household, Ivs.]

forever Action

[meatysoviet]

[Ivan's pokémon are, if anything, ridiculously obedient, more than placidly following along as directed by their hostess. Ivan isn't quite so obedient though, looking at the rabbit monster looking subtlety miffed by the washroom.

After a few moments he goes inside, pulling off the his cap and coat and putting them aside, running the faucet to a temperature warm enough to actually take the grime off of his face and hands, looking to the soap for a moment before getting enough on his hands to garner a foam.

It was a bit of a late relisation, but he needed his own toiletries... Otherwise he was going to end up smelling like a woman for the entirety of his stay here.]