One, two, three, four, five, six tails up.
One, two, three, four, five, six tails down.
Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.
Icetales huffed and puffed clouds of mist, trying to keep a steady rhythm with his tails. Was it just an impression or his tails had become heavier?
"Golly, I... spent more energy than expected, hehe. Spewing frost for so long... huff... I guess it dehydrated my muscles... a tad too much..."
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The Vulpix blinked and gazed at the rock by his side. The psychic rock was wobbling on its spot, trying to lift tails it didn't have. Sure, it was still weird to have a living rock as a pet -- he sure knew that the Geodude and Roggenrola from his own world would be offended by that -- and one that had psychic or empathetic powers, but he had warmed up surprisingly quickly to it. If all, it was akin to the son he never had, and an excellent way to prove himself that he could be a better father than Father.
If only I could show to Father how to be a father...
The rock tumbled forward, almost frustrated or disappointed it couldn't do what his "daddy" did.
However, Icetales was quick to beam a smile and cheer it up. "Yes. Yes. Splendid chap, Petram. Just like that. Thou art doing a swell job!" he chirped, lowering himself to the floor and wagging his tails. "How about some wags, like this?"
Upon sensing what Icetales was doing, Petram began wiggling on its spot. Was it trying to learn Tail Whip? ...Could psychic rocks learn that, though? Neither Icetales nor Petram cared. If all, they could enjoy a nice "parent and son" bonding moment, which is what mattered the most to them.