[Watching as Tyler puts his device away, he sighs once more with a shake of his head. He was the one who could have died, yet Tyler is the one acting the victim. Typical mortals, only thinking about how they are effected in any given situation. Unable and unwilling to see the broader picture, and should such bite Tyler in the ass later, Solus will smugly bask in it.
Putting his own device away, he then chooses to dig out a Poké Ball of his own: his Yamask's. He has no designs for it to possess anyone, nor for it to even battle. But he supposes if he's to be ignored by Tyler and his pettiness, then he might as well make his own company. Releasing it, the Yamask clings to its mask as it surveys the surrounding, looking first to Solus, but then noticing Tyler and Ox. The small ghost letting out a wary whine of its name, before floating towards Solus, as if seeking some measure of reassurance or comfort.
With a gloved hand, he beckons to the Yamask, not looking particularly affectionate about it, but the Yamask doesn't seem to care. It looks delighted at all to be acknowledged, resting its little ghost body on Solus' shoulder, its mask hanging by its tail down the other.]
What ever am I to do with this boy, hm? [He says it quietly to his Pokémon, even though he knows there's little point in whispering, considering...but then again, who knows if that Natu is listening.]
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Putting his own device away, he then chooses to dig out a Poké Ball of his own: his Yamask's. He has no designs for it to possess anyone, nor for it to even battle. But he supposes if he's to be ignored by Tyler and his pettiness, then he might as well make his own company. Releasing it, the Yamask clings to its mask as it surveys the surrounding, looking first to Solus, but then noticing Tyler and Ox. The small ghost letting out a wary whine of its name, before floating towards Solus, as if seeking some measure of reassurance or comfort.
With a gloved hand, he beckons to the Yamask, not looking particularly affectionate about it, but the Yamask doesn't seem to care. It looks delighted at all to be acknowledged, resting its little ghost body on Solus' shoulder, its mask hanging by its tail down the other.]
What ever am I to do with this boy, hm? [He says it quietly to his Pokémon, even though he knows there's little point in whispering, considering...but then again, who knows if that Natu is listening.]