Chandelure makes a distressed yelping noise, swaying back and forth in the air. (Excadrill, on the other hand, looks relieved.)]
Ah. [Ingo looks up from the journal at the popping noise, as well. Oh, well, there are the battered remains of the ball... Rest in peace, brave rubber warrior. You lived well.
But more importantly--] Silver? [You look a bit the worse for wear. Uh. Hi.]
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weaselball! Whoops.Chandelure makes a distressed yelping noise, swaying back and forth in the air. (Excadrill, on the other hand, looks relieved.)]
Ah. [Ingo looks up from the journal at the popping noise, as well. Oh, well, there are the battered remains of the ball... Rest in peace, brave rubber warrior. You lived well.
But more importantly--] Silver? [You look a bit the worse for wear. Uh. Hi.]