Dave blinked at Owen. Honestly the whole fighting thing... didn't sound terribly appealing. He'd not really been thinking about it much but imagining he'd just have to kind of be on the sidelines, more on the brains side of things than the brawn. Basically a trainer or something - not that he'd ever done that either, but it seemed a lot closer to his wheelhouse than running around trying to punch things. (Hit things? Tackle things? Bite things? God, what the fuck.) That plus maybe throwing some grenade seeds from a distance sounded ideal.
And yet. Something inside him kind of wanted to... try the fighting thing. It was probably the fucking Poochyena instincts, like everything, that ridiculous Pokémon drive to fight anything that moves, and he was prepared to ignore it like everything else about this form, only some part of it tickled his curiosity, too. Okay, but what would it be like. Just once. For the hell of it. Why not, in the immortal universe.
He sighed. "Sure. Fine. Let's do it. Before I think about it too hard."
