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Dave grimaced at the mention of the Arceus people, but he couldn't deny he was a bit hungry after all that. "I guess."

"I mean, how do you grasp anything with a paw? You don't have anything to grasp with. If you -" He extended his paw towards the canteen as if to grab it, only to... actually grab it. "Wait, what the fuck?" Somehow, it had just attached itself to his paw, as if he had an invisible thumb. "What...

"Right. So how am I supposed to... actually hold that?" He wasn't sure what Astrid was doing, with her lack of opposable thumbs, but he wasn't at all sure he could replicate it.

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Moisturizer. Right." He shuddered again at the memory. "I'm most familiar with the other kind of Vulpix. The fiery kind. As far as I remember they can use Disable sometimes but usually they need to learn it from their parents when they're tiny. Guess that shit doesn't...

"I don't really fucking know, to be honest. I was never a Pokémon trainer. I guess?" He flipped through his brain. "Wait, yeah, that's the one Meowth learn, isn't it? Yeah. That'd make sense." He'd read up on all the abilities the morphs were likely to develop, way back when. There'd been a time...

"...Sure. Okay." Dave sat down to catch his breath. As the battle hormones wore off and his heartrate slowed, the Poochyena brain seemed to curl up and rest, basically satisfied for now. He shook frost out of his fur as he recovered. Something more pressing occurred to him when the battle haze...

Dave bit her paw as hard as he could, then leapt back, wary, waiting for her next move. If there was one. Maybe they were done? How long was a sparring match supposed to go on for, anyway?

Dave watched the dummies move, muscles tense, anticipating a return. He bared his teeth, ready to ambush when she came out. Steady... Astrid barreled outward from a different place, and he jumped aside in surprise, only to jump straight into a blast of frigid air. A sharp, deep cold wormed its...

Dave snapped his jaws shut, fluffing his fur in dismay. So this was how she wanted to play this? "Seriously? I thought we were going to have a fucking battle here, not a game of hide and seek like a couple of..." Wait. Something was happening. There was a power lacing his words, something...

Dave braced himself for impact, wincing at the stinging ice crystals in the air - but just as he hit Astrid, she said something, and... his mind blanked. He landed in a skid on the floor and suddenly couldn't remember what he'd just done. He'd attacked, in some breathtakingly simple way, and -...

The Weather Ball barreled into him just as he was finishing the attack; he had no time to try to get out of the way. A deep, freezing cold threw him back into the wall and clung to him even as he tried to shake it out of his fur. "Ow, fuck." He crawled back to his feet, gritting his teeth...

"Yeah, well, I don't remember asking you to." Was this a bad idea? It might have been a bad idea. But fuck it. Already his pulse was quickening, instincts sizing up the Vulpix, fur fluffing up. But he wasn't so far gone he'd just rush in without a thought. Gaze fixed on Astrid, muscles tense...

"Oh, hi. You were...?" He had probably heard the Vulpix's name at some point, but hell if he remembered. "...Actually, if you're here to train, we might as well, you know, fight each other. Probably better than the dummies." It was kind of weird as hell looking at a Vulpix that was about the...

Dave had spent the time since the battle against Sushi and Sashimi mostly sullenly following along, asking questions, trying to figure out the mechanics of this world, which with the whole speech about dungeons were beginning to sound increasingly like... maybe not a board game, but a video...

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