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…Sweet baby Arceus. Was this mon hitting on him? Wes stared for a solid five seconds, completely at a loss for words. How in the hell was he supposed to reply to that? “I…uh.” Gods, he looked like an idiot, he was sure. It didn’t help that such a question, even in a more innocent context, was...

Wes jumped at the unexpected, guttural sound, but it was the fact that he understood it that had him speechless. It took him a moment to find his voice. “You—right. Yeah. Pokémon around here can talk, I guess. Sorry, I’m…not used to it.” He glanced at Jade and Laura; neither of them seemed the...

“…right. Yeah. Sorry. I’ve just…never seen anything quite like him.” Wes sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. Had he really been that obvious? “Anyway, uh, nice to meet you, Malachai.” Novo chattered in amusement at Wes’ discomfort and turned back to Malachai. “Do not mind my trainer. He is...

Howdy hey! Okay, so, this is different from what I’m used to seeing from you (granted, almost all of that is Salvage, which is in a league of its own to begin with), but it’s not a bad different at all! This was an absolutely delightful read, had me smiling and giggling the whole time. I...

They seemed friendly enough, Wes decided. Even Novo appeared more relaxed as he chatted away with the dragon Pokémon, and Wes decided that was good enough evidence that they at least wouldn’t be becoming anyone’s afternoon snack today. “So, what sort of Pokémon is he?” he asked Laura. He kept...

Neo chirped at the greeting and rubbed against Dragon-Girl’s outstretched hand with a purr. She was friendly! She was nice! He liked this girl! She didn’t understand what he’d said, but that’s okay. He would take scratches under the chin anytime. Neo’s purr puttered out as he felt the younger...

Wes heard it before he saw it: a deep, powerful rhythm of wing beats overhead. From the sound alone, he knew it had to be something big, but even as he looked up, he wasn’t prepared for just how big this thing was. “Holy shit—” His first instinct said to grab Novo, call Neo over, and take a...

After affirming with a few strangers about where they’d last seen Sigmin, Wes made a beeline for the shop. He couldn’t be sure it was exactly where the trainer had been taken, but it was a start, at least. He walked briskly, his strides so stiff and swift that Neo and Novo had to trot to keep...

Wes sat on the floor near the back wall of the room, listening in silence. He didn’t feel up to saying much after the disaster that was his encounter with Steven, and the somber mood clearly still hung over Neo and Novo as well. Novo laid beside Wes with his head on his paws, ears drooping to...

To: Serious business anybody here have Steven’s number? I accidentally told him about Wallace and he ran off before I could talk sense into him. It’s almost nightfall and the idiot just ran out. If anybody can touch base with him and make sure he’s, y’know, alive and not kidnapped, that would...

Novo trilled out a laugh. “I am very glad he is not a flying type! He is already too much trouble. I think Wes would agree.” A steely glint entered his eyes at Aggron’s next statement. “We will find the bad guy. And when we do, I will make them wish they had stayed away.” A growl rose in his...

Wes was glad that Steven at least found Neo amusing. He sure knew how to be bratty sometimes, but he also knew how to make others laugh, and in a place like this…well, that had to count for something. He raised an eyebrow at Steven’s news. “Clink, huh? That’s that little mon that looks like a...

Wes allowed himself to relax a little. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who was bad at greeting others properly, and…somehow, that was actually a bit comforting. He moved to put Neo down so he could properly have his hands free, but the Espeon responded by digging his claws into Wes’ shoulder...

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for Neo to recover from his spell. Not that it made a huge difference for Wes, though—after Neo was done hacking up the rest of the pastry he’d apparently eaten (and the sight of half-eaten pastry was enough to spoil Wes’ appetite for quite a while), he then...

Neo continued to hack and gag under the table, to the point Wes peeked underneath it with a frown. “The hell is wrong with you, Neo?” Then he noticed the plate of bacon and pastries, and closed his eyes with a weary sigh. He glanced apologetically at Mitch and Odette. “Sorry. I think we have...

Neo’s eyes lit up at the mention of bacon, and he abandoned his post near Mightyena to inspect the plate. But when he leaned in to snap up a piece (or five), he caught a whiff of…something else. Something different. He blinked at the small round bread-like things on the other side of the...

Wes made for the infirmary first thing the next morning—only to be told that Mitch had already left, against the nurse’s wishes. He’d snorted at that the once she relayed the news to him. Of course he wouldn’t still be there. If anyone seemed the type to bail from the hospital as soon as...

Well, now that sounded like quite the story. Wes offered a small, yet bitter smile. “Well, you’re not the only one who has lied for personal gain. Though my case was…well. I’m not exactly known for making the best decisions, I guess.” He didn’t want to go there again, though. At least…not now...

Wes smirked. That was the kind of thinking he could get behind. “Looks like we’re on the same page, then. So, which of us should do the sweet-talking?” He paused, then laughed a little at that. “Okay, I guess I haven’t exactly made the best case for myself. But if it came down to sympathizing...

Wes relaxed a little, relieved she decided to let this one slide. He shrugged at her response. “Fair enough. Can’t say I blame you. Not a fan of them myself.” Though he had to admit, there was merit to seeking medical attention. He’d probably never have come to that conclusion were it not for...