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Post by Niklaus Geroux on May 19, 2015 1:21:02 GMT
MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE A GOD
Squirt, Squirt, Squirtle…Squiiirt, Nikkie rested against the ground lazily listening as Kalos romped around in the grass, teasing the other pokemon that got in his line of sight. Usually he’d reign in the young one’s fun but it was a nice day and he hated ruining everyone’s fun on a day like this. He was currently waiting for his younger traveling companion to catch up with him, having gone ahead when Kalos got impatient. The Squirtle was rather new to him and while he’d gotten rather attached, Kalos still sometimes had a mind of his own and did as he wished, especially when it came to teasing Kristmar’s Deimos. It had to be one of his favorite past times besides sun bathing.
All that aside Kalos was rather friendly, never doing anything with malicious intent so they got on rather well and the squirtle was a little chatter box anyway. It certainly appreciated the fact he rarely kept it in its pokeball that was for sure. He could remember the first time it resignedly marched up to him preparing to be sent back in after they’d done a little ice breaker. Niklaus had shaken his head and given it an amused look, putting the pokeball away in his bag. He’d gotten an armful of excited Squirtle and it’d been more than willing to listen to him since.
Of course, the impish little thing rarely kept itself out of trouble and always seemed to find a way to get into something Kalos probably shouldn’t be in. He cracked an eye open at that thought and saw that the Squirtle had curled up in his shell and began sunbathing it. It was rather amusing but he was satisfied that it had finally calmed after the long hours of its high energy needing to be burned off. He let out a pleased hum and closed his eyes again relaxing on the ground once more as he waited for Kristmar to catch up, hugging his pokemon egg close to him this time around..
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 19, 2015 2:52:50 GMT
Luckily enough for some their young pokémon's high-spirited energy was able to be worn off. Kristmar, on the other hand, was still contending with his... urchin. He had energy for miles, so it appeared, and it was really making the blonde wonder if leashes were a thing for pokémon. Although, now that he thought about it, this inquisitive and downright misbehaving gible would probably gnaw straight through it in record time. He'd already done a number on one of Kris' bedposts this morning; the reason why he'd had to hang back had been, in fact, this seeing as Kris had to apologize profusely to the owners. They, of course, merely waved it off. These things happened, they said, through a smile that appeared slightly weary as their eyes sized up the numerous teethmarks in the wood. Kris couldn't help but wonder how many times exactly.
Deimos was, as per usual, tearing ahead and leaving his trainer to trot along gently behind him. His stumpy legs, despite their shortness, moved swiftly at a quickened pace through grass which reached up to tickle his chin, following the scent of another human and his pokémon which he'd gotten very well acquainted with recently. Kris looked a little more than just slightly fed up though.
"We're almost there now... Gott, slow down," he told the gible, his words falling on deaf ears. The flash of pink hair in the distance only made the shark pokémon speed up, his cry coming as a soft and continuous chant of his name.
Kris, cradling his messenger bag, lined with pads of thick fabric to cushion the egg it carried, slowed to a walk and flicked his free hand up to the sky in defeat. He was almost there anyway and he didn't fancy jostling the egg around any more than he had to. The blonde got a better hold on his bag and peered inside before fastening the flap closed again.
"Gib! Gib!" The pint-sized dragon squawked in greeting, making a beeline for Niklaus. His mouth open, panting lightly, Deimos rubbed the end of his nose against the trainer's side, nuzzling him energetically or... looking for something. Food most probably. "Gible!" And, again, he was off. This time for the squirtle dozing nearby while Kristmar caught up, his cheeks tinted with a shade of rose after his light jog.
"Hey, waitin' long?" Doubtfully. Deimos had made sure that they'd made it here in prompt time. Kris inhaled a deep breath through his nose, breathing in the dewy scent of the country air, and heavily plodded over to where the pinkette was. "Lemme just... sit for a moment first though."
Post by Niklaus Geroux on May 19, 2015 12:28:59 GMT
MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE A GOD
Niklaus heard them before he saw them…okay well he heard Deimos before he saw them. One sanguine eye cracked open, catching Squirtle peek out of his shell a bit crankily, and watched as the Gible nearly charged its way towards them. Its short legs doing nothing to slow down the creature as it headed straight for him and out of habit, Niklaus moved the egg currently at his side to his other arm so that it was cradled on his other side just as the creature reached him, nosing around for hidden treats no doubt. Chuckling good-naturedly, he pet the tiny dragon type before reaching into a pocket and handing over a puffle. “Here you go, you little menace. Driving your owner crazy still I see.”
Of course, as soon as it was there it was gone, rushing towards Kalos who was giving it an amused look as he slowly emerged from his shell. Kalos liked Deimos well enough, it was just tons more fun messing with the tiny little pokemon especially at the blonde haired trainers expense. He wiggled his tail playfully in front of the dragon and then leaped out to the way, already familiar with his habit of putting things in its mouth and biting. The first time it’d happened his pink haired human had, had to pull him away from the tiny beast. He’d not been pleased at all. With that particular memory in mind he retracted into his shell, the hard substance making a ‘thud’ as it landed on the ground and rolled about for a moment.
Nikki watched the two with an air of amusement before looking up at his blonde companion with no lack of amusement. It was obvious the energetic pokemon was wearing him out and he honestly couldn’t blame him. He snorted rudely before he yawned, speaking around it lazily. “Non, I’ve only been here for a bit. Had to burn some of Kalos’ energy since he’d awoken with a fair amount.”
He gave Kristmar a sympathetic look when the other stated he needed a moment and he sat up, cradling the egg in his lap before reaching for his bag. “I imagine you need a little more than a moment. That Gible of yours is amusingly energetic, I don’t think I’ve seen many with that much energy or curiosity.” He began shuffling through his bag, making little inquiring noises as he rifled through it before he found a few snacks for they themselves. Handing over a sandwich he’d made for their journey he asked curiously, “Want some? I don’t think either of us has eaten since we woke up thanks to these two.”
As though well aware his trainer was speaking about him, the Squirtle let out a mutinous ‘Squirtle!’ from within his shell.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 19, 2015 14:27:13 GMT
It was a small consolation to know that he wasn't the only one who'd had the luck of being gifted an energetic pokémon. He supposed it could always be worse though; having a curious and enthusiastic pokémon didn't necessarily have to be a bad thing. It was just required a little more careful eye. Kristmar's shoulders sank with a quiet rumble of a groan as he sat himself down, his feet and legs appreciating the reprieve as they tingled tiredly.
"He's just... excited, I guess," he said, mimicking Nikkie's position and setting his egg-carrying satchel between his legs cozily. "I mean, who knows how long they were in their pokéballs for? And, 'sides, rather this than somethin' lazy which is a battle itself to get it to do anythin'." Kris reached for the sandwich offered to him with a small murmur of thanks and gave their two pokémon a passing glance as he brought it to his mouth.
An amused puff of air escaped through his nose on seeing the gible and squirtle's antics. Kalos, withdrawn into his shell and lying on the ground, was being circled by the pint-sized dragon, clacking his teeth together indignantly since his friend had hidden himself from him. Deimos reached the top end of the squirtle's sturdy shell and promptly stuck his snout as far as it would go into the space Kalo's head had retreated into. He wiggled his head from side to side, trying to inch in further, and his feet slipping and kicking up slivers of grass in his effort.
His cries, muted by the squirtle's shell, were insistent as he called for Kalos to come back out. Or let him in. Either worked. Even if he physically couldn't get in. A gible could try though. And try he would.
Kristmar gave a low hum as his gaze drifted back to the man sat beside him, chewing, lingering on his face before being lowered to the egg he cradled. Like Kris, Niklaus had also been given his pokémon by the professor and, from what he knew, his egg was a rare specimen also. The blonde leaned over a little more to peer at it with open curiosity. "What's gonna hatch out of that?" He inquired, popping the last corner of his sandwich's crust into his mouth. "Can I touch it?"
Post by Niklaus Geroux on May 19, 2015 15:00:27 GMT
MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE A GOD
Nikkie chuckled as he leaned back on his arms, looking down at the egg in his lap as he nodded his head in agreement. “Heaven knows from Kalos’ reaction he alone had been in there for a while and was more than happy not to have to go back in.” He let out a soft snicker at the idea of having a lazy pokemon, poking Kris’ side playfully as he teased. “Seriously? Considering how much you like to sunbath I’d imagine a lazy pokemon would do you just fine.”
It wasn’t totally true but it was still a pretty funny thought, especially with how the blonde male next to him was. They’d both been in Team Magma before they defected and managed to make way to littleroot so that they could start over. In the time they’d done that they’d become rather comfortable with each other and Nikkie was more than happy to have someone to tease and torture a bit. Of course it only made it ten times better when Kris went into one of his moods and he made an even bigger fool of himself by getting all pissy which really was just adorable. It was a little like how Squirtle teased Deimos but not as innocent, Nikkie had a reputation to keep even out of Magma.
Squirtle in the meantime, under his trainer’s watchful gaze, watched the Gible’s snout partially invade his sanctuary. A particularly mischievous gleam in its gaze as it waited for just the right moment before it let out a non-harmful spray of water just as Gible let out another cry. However, it was powerful enough that it sent his shell skittering across the ground a bit as it spun. Dizzy and disorientated Kalos emerged from his shell unsteadily before laughing joyfully, chattering at the Gible so that they could do it again. Apparently Kalos thought it was a new game they could play…or torture Deimos with.
The pinkette let out a little laugh at his pokemon’s antics before his attention was stolen away by Kris who seemed to have noticed his egg finally. He blinked and looked down at the egg that was varying shades of purple, before running a hand along its rather ringed and heart painted surface. It was warm to the touch, once in a while the slightest sensation of tapping coming from inside it but it was only if he’d sat very still for a while. “If I remember correctly, this is a Noibat egg. It’s a flying type.” He blinked a little surprised by Kris’s request before shrugging his shoulders and offering the egg up to the other carefully, cradling it in his hands as he did so.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 19, 2015 15:49:35 GMT
On feeling his side being niggled with the tip of Nikkie's finger, he naturally squirmed slightly and knitted his thin eyebrows together a little. There was a little nugget of undeniable truth in the pinkette's words though; there was no better pokémon than a lazy one for someone who could easily spend one of his entire days doing nothing productive. Kris made a fond tutting noise and shooed away the hand with a flick of his fingers.
"Maybe for an actual pet pokémon. But definitely not for competition. Imagine how long it'd take to motivate it to learn anything." He gave a thoughtful hum and lifted his hand to his mouth, brushing his lips with the edge of his sleeve for any crumbs. "Deimos'll calm down eventually. He's only a baby still, like Kalos." A baby with limitless reserves of energy to burn, Kris added on mentally, but hopefully their playing around with tire them both out enough to begin the first step of their journey in relative peace.
And hmmm... noibat? The name rang a bell or two but he couldn't point a picture to it. Kris carefully pushed his messenger bag further down his legs to free up some room for the egg. As expected, the surface was slightly warm - like his ralts' egg - when his fingers came into contact with it and he took care to cup his hands around it securely before taking it from Nikkie's grasp. It had a very nice shell to it; blends of different hues of dusky violet and lighter tones of lilac. Kris set it on his lap and inspected it closely.
"It looks real nice," he murmured absent-mindedly as his fingertips traced one of the smooth blemishes adorning the egg. "When d'you think yours'll hatch?" Being Niklaus hailed from a family of breeders, Kris supposed he'd have an inkling and some founding knowledge regarding eggs and incubation periods. He, however, had none. In fact, he hadn't really been able to hold eggs with his own two hands until they'd gotten their own so he allowed himself to marvel a little openly.
Meanwhile, Deimos had had no time whatsoever to react when the squirtle shot him straight in the face with a torrent of water. The poor thing's mouth had been open had everything. With a garbled shout, the dragon staggered backwards, repelled by the playful aquatic attack. He coughed and spluttered and hacked and grouched while the squirtle, having been sent spiralling off, laughed merrily. Undeterred though, the now soaking gible plodded over to the chuckling turtle, his mouth open and eyes partially closed as he waited for the water to stop irritating the back of his throat and sinuses.
Once he was close enough, the gible paused for a moment, being interrupted by a sharp "Snff!", sneezing with a satisfying shake of his head onto the front panel of the squirtle's hardened bodice. The water now all successfully dislodged, Deimos hopped on his legs and began his chattering. "Gib, gible-gible!"
Foolish humans were, in the end, nothing but fools. The sentret was a master of camouflage, no one could see him approach as he walked through the trees, swinging on his tail and dances around obstacles. He looked down- one of the humans had a small bag resting on the floor next to him. That ought to have some sort of food in it. He jumped down, landing silently on the ground and then grabbing the bag as he did so. He made off with it then, attempting to run through the forest. It would be the best if the humans didn't notice him, but he was sure he could get away even if they did.
Post by Niklaus Geroux on May 21, 2015 0:21:40 GMT
MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE A GOD
Nik kept his eyes on the egg as Kristmar carefully took it and began examining with great care in his lap, a small smile tugging lightly at the pinkette’s lips as he watched. Eggs were something that he could honestly say he missed about living with a family of breeders. You were always surrounded by the little miracles and there was never any such thing as getting tired of it. He’d loved that part of his life before…well before he’d ended up taking a nose dive and joining Team Magma. He hummed pleasantly when Kris complimented the egg, warmth blooming in his chest as he’d be rather dedicated to it since he’d gotten the precious gift from Birch. Reaching out and stroking the surface of it he gave a thoughtful hum as he took everything into consideration before he answered the ‘when’ question. “Soon…My guess or rather from my experience somewhere within the next few days it’ll hatch. I just wonder what the Noibat will be like.”
The pinkette had been so focused on Kris and his egg that he honestly hadn’t noticed that the bag with food he’d put off to the side was…being stolen…By a Sentret no less.
Luckily for him and unluckily for the Sentret, Kalos spotted the sneaky pokemon. He’d been in the middle of laughing when Deimos had went and practically sneezed on him to get the water dislodged. The Squirtle puffed up in indignation to squirt the darned Gible for daring to do something so offensive to him but well…He’d caught movement in the middle of preparing the attack and immediately zoned in on the strange looking pokemon making off with his coordinators stuff.
SQUIRTLE!!
Anger fueled his next move as the water attack building in his chest froze and instead of a weak version of watergun. A full blast of ice beam shot past them towards the Sentret and he aimed it a little further ahead in attempt to create a barrier so the pokemon could go no farther.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 21, 2015 5:10:48 GMT
Hmm... somewhere within the next few days. Seeing as they'd received their eggs around the same time, Kristmar didn't doubt that his own egg would hatch around the same date as well. As Nikkie stroked his egg over the mauve egg, the blonde breathed a silent sigh in eternal relief that at least one of them had an idea about something as delicate as eggs. "Mine'll hatch soon too then," Kris told him, his eyes glancing to the ralts egg tucked away in his messenger bag sat on his ankles. "Sometimes you can... I dunno, feel it awake?" It was a very vague observation to make but the sensation itself was very vague also; like a lingering presence that shyly brushed the very boundaries of his consciousness. He wondered if Nikkie had ever felt it yet or... if he really was just imagining it.
The sudden flurry of action from their pokémon wrenched Kris' attention from their talk of eggs though. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a gelid beam of ice and, instantly, he froze for a moment. He inhaled sharply and assumed it was for Deimos, that had tested the squirtle too much and the creature had turned to attack him. Ice... wasn't good for Deimos, as he'd read. Gibles were extremely sensitive to icy blasts and artic temperatures; a move like that beam could really cause him some severe damage!
"Dei--oh." The surge of alarm in Kris' chest abated in a second on seeing the small shark far out of the squirtle's aim. In fact... it didn't even seem like gible was even his target for that matter. Deimos, squawking his name as he dashed on his short legs in direction of the beam, seemed actually quite excited for some reason.
Kris swiveled around quickly with one hand resting atop of Niklaus' egg to steady it to see what the fuck all this sudden commotion was even about. Had they-- ah, yes. They had. They'd spotted something. Kris' eyes widened slightly as he observed, a small distance away, a sentret trying dash away, dragging behind him what appeared to be... Liebe Gott. Their sandwiches???
"Hey, Nik!" Kris called with slight urgency, grabbing the pink-haired male's sleeve by its upper arm and giving it a little shake. He pointed with his other hand at where the squirtle had been firing. Deimos, not wanting to get too close because of Kalos' icey attack, had opted to promptly give the sentret his back and start... kicking up dirt and sand at it, like a purrloin or lillipup would do after, y'know, relieving themselves. "Isn't that your bag?"
You'll never catch me alive, coppers! The Sentret began running like mad, but then all of a sudden the air infront of him and all around him became too cold, and then he let himself blink. In that instant, a frozen wall erected itself to stop him, and suddenly there was sand? He quickly curled into a ball so the sand didn't get in his eyes, and turned around at the same time. He was cornered, and the bag was still securely trapped against his chest. Oh, damnit! Wait...there was an opening! In between the gible and the squirtle, right between the silver haired human's legs! Alright, time for a quick getaway...
sentret used defense curl to negate sand attack! sentret used quick attack to get away with the bag!
Post by Niklaus Geroux on May 21, 2015 12:15:36 GMT
MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE A GOD
The pink haired male chuckled at Kristmar’s words, his eyes also falling to the ralts egg a little farther down his legs. Psychic pokemon really were something, he almost envied the blonde haired male but only almost. Letting out a thoughtful noise he said reassuringly, “Ralts is a psychic type and there are plenty of psychic types that are able to communicate with their owners so I honestly wouldn’t put it past it.” There was so many fascinating things about pokemon and things they could learn about them, the psychic type’s ability to communicate with their trainers was one of them.
Everything happened in quick succession, almost too fast for him to really follow what the hell was going on at first and leaving him feeling rather disorientated. One moment they were talking about eggs the next he was hearing Kalos’s outraged cry and seeing Kris start to call out before something else caught his eyes. Nikkie was about to investigate for himself when Kristmar grabbed a hold of him, steadying his egg with a hand as he urgently spoke up and…What his bag??? Nikkie glanced beside him and sure enough his bag was gone and…He looked up to see a Sentret making his way off with it. “Shit!!” His eyes flew to his egg for a moment before carefully taking it from Kris, standing up with it and growling a little in annoyance.
He swore it always happened to him. He watched as the Sentret tried to make a getaway in the space he thought would set him free but Niko was not about to have it. Narrowing his eyes he called out, “Kalos!! Use watergun on the ground then use ice beam again!”
There was nothing but steel behind his voice and Kalos was more than happy to obey his human in this situation. Letting out a loud cry and puffing up as he prepared himself, tensing so that the blast of water—more powerful than what he used on Deimos--didn’t send him flying backwards. The water soaked up the ground before the Squirtle let out a torrent of ice just moment after, freezing the ground more thoroughly as it’d been recently soaked. Squirt, Squiiirtle!! Kalos called out in promise, every intention of beating the strange pokemon and not letting it get away with Nikkie’s bag even if he had to hunt it down.
Nikkie himself sped over to where the pokemon had been trying to make its escape, standing in the way and glaring as he growled out, “I think that’s my bag you’re trying to take, you little thief.”
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 21, 2015 12:40:27 GMT
Wow. This fucking... fucking thing! Almost as soon as Kris had gotten up to his feet, the normal type was shooting off in the other direction; towards them this time. He had no time to react when the squirrel just darted right between his legs. But, before he could let out a disgruntled noise of surprise while clutching his egg bag closer, Deimos - in hot pursuit of the thief - sped between his ankles as well and made the blonde stagger slightly. Kris' face heated up slightly and held his messenger bag securely against his chest.
"D-Deimos!" He spluttered, recovering his balance. "Be careful, you dumb shark. Just..." Kris quietened as he listened to Niklaus order his squirtle to go after the fiend with a couple of decent attacks that outranked those of his gible. It seemed as though his companion could easily have this under control and it'd likely be for the best if Kris didn't let his dragon get within accidental reach of those projectile attacks, especially not the ice beam. "...Just keep outta the way!"
Deimos spared his wary trainer a look, turning around long enough to glance at him, and for a fleeting moment Kris was relieved to believe that the shark was actually going to listen to him. But no sooner had that assumption briefly passed his mind, the gible proved him wrong. Excited and eager for a chase, Deimos turned back on his heel and went charging off regardless. Why could only Kalos have all the fun, huh? He wanted to play as well! He wanted to stop the thief too!
"Deimos!" Kris shouted exasperatedly, his voice falling on deaf ears. The gible, slipping about clumsily on the sheet of ice that blanketed the ground thanks to Kalos' work, defiantly chased after the sentret to barrel into him with a tackle attack, trying to take advantage of how the ground was now covered and Nikkie blocking the path.
health status: moderately injured battle status: --
The Sentret ran and ran, and then tripped over when the ground beneath him froze. He tripped an fell on his belly, and then ended up sliding like that through the entire ice puddle until he hit a certain pink-haired trainer's feet. The human said some pretty mean words, which made Sentret stumble backwards as if seeking some place to run. All escape routes were blocked- he knew because he had spent plenty of time thieving around here. He suddenly sensed an attack, and quickly used a quick attack to hit the Gible before it could hit him. The incoming tackle hit hard anyway, and the Sentret was knocked back on the cold ice. The tackle caused the bag to fall out of his hand, and the sandwiches inside of it spilled out. The Sentret knew food when he saw food, so he dropped the entire fight and began feasting (on both sandwiches at the same time!).
sentret used quick attack on gible! sentret used NOMNOMNOM on sandwiches!
Post by Niklaus Geroux on May 21, 2015 13:44:30 GMT
MAKE ME FEEL
LIKE A GOD
Niklaus wasn’t really paying attention to what Kristmar was shouting, his primary focus on the creature getting away with his bag. Besides the sandwiches, all his clothes and stuff was in there so he couldn’t let it get away with all of that. However, both he and Kalos became aware of when the tiny dragon entered the field, his squirtle doing its best to avoid the little dragon as, on surer feet, Kalos made its way towards the Sentret. Its demeanor much darker than his trainer who for some reason was not reacting as angry as he should have been acting.
The pink haired male was looked down at the Sentret as it attempted to get away, making a grab at it when it went to attack Gible only for it to slip through his fingers and then…well it discovered their sandwiches. Nikki watched in stunned silence for a moment as it gobbled down on both sandwiches completely flabbergasted at the creature. Throwing up his hand and letting out a noise of exasperation he just…gave up. That had been his food for the morning but he’d simply make something else, rolling his eyes and placing his hand on his hip Nikkie spoke up. “You didn’t have to steal it if you wanted some food.” Really sometimes he wondered why he adored pokemon so much during occurrences like this. Of course he wasn’t allowed to dwell on that too much.
Suddenly, Kalos who hadn’t forgiven the thieving creature and was still rather outraged that some pokemon had the nerve to steal and now eat their food was on the war path. Without warning he used tackle on the Sentret that was currently eating, puffing his chest to let out a torrent of watergun in its face in revenge for such disrespect. No one stole from his human and no one ate his human’s food but him…and maybe Deimos but mostly just him! No one poached on his trainer except maybe his soon to be pokemon brother that still hadn’t hatched.
Nikkie let out a startled yell and attempted to get between his squirtle and the Sentret but with the egg in his other hand he couldn’t do much. “Kalos stop that! Kalos it’s done with, enough!” The water pokemon wasn’t having it though, his engines raring to go and his tiny temper ignited there was no stopping him unless his trainer actually physically pulled him away and seeing as Nikkie was concerned about the egg in his hands…there was little chance of that.
Post by kristmar mortensen on May 21, 2015 14:04:00 GMT
Kristmar felt himself wince in time with the sentret countering his gible's tackle attack with a swift one of its own. Being the ice so slippery and intraversable for a pokémon better suited to arid climates, Deimos had no way of avoiding the hit and received the brunt of it square in his chest, making him slide away on the frozen sheet with a small cry. Seriously. What had he expected though? That the sentret wouldn't retaliate?
"You okay, Dei?" Kris piped up and the dragon, now on terra firma, hopped back up onto his short legs quickly. Just in time to see the sly squirrel begin to devour their food with zeal! Gible barked. Bark! Bark! Indignation filled him. How unfair! How unfair! He was never allowed to eat their human's delicious food! And some wild pokémon was just helping himself! Unfair!
Seeing as his turtle friend was suddenly gripped by intense ire while his trainer struggled to hold him back, Deimos tottered hurriedly over to the bag and stuck his snout in it. Sandwiches... maybe not all of them had fallen out... sandwiches. The gible nosed through the pieces of clothing that the bag contained but, to his disappointment, found nothing tasty. Just tasty-smelling clothes.
"C'mon, Dei, bring it over here," Kris told his pokémon who, seeing his prize stolen, nipped the flap of the bag and dragged it over to his trainer (letting one of Nikkie's shirts trail behind him in the dirt - wet as a result of Kalos' attacks - as he did while Kris simple brought a hand to his face). "Don't drag it through the mud though, Gott."
Oh, yeah, that was right. Humans didn't like dirty fabrics to clothe their weird bodies in.
"Stay here and stay put. Stay away from that." Kris grabbed Deimos by his fin once the bag was back in their possession, stopping him from joining Kalos who... was really throwing a tantrum. "It's... only a couple of sandwiches. They can be made again...?"
